the freedom of poverty

she’s sweeping leaves
with a folded free
newspaper.

we give ‘em away, the
news is that
ubiquitous.

why can’t charity be
so fluidly exhumed from
our wallets?

he’s stumbling with a bite
a sandwich
graciously donated.

we give ‘em away, the
waste is so
despised.

why can’t caring be
our collective purpose
instead of our free ride syndrome?