What is happiness when life is depressing
The ability to subsist limited to what we earn
Money slips between our fingers like liquid dust
Hope forgotten on luck that will never turn
God given talents lay hidden inside
Secured tightly away from those without cash
Brilliance restricted by unavailable opportunities
Potential discarded like unwanted trash
They say we are equal yet close their eyes
Salvation not visible for those who don’t see
The cold touch of a needy stranger is chilling
Avoidance practiced to save one’s own sanity
The desire to help is fueled by approval
Society pages adorned by those who don’t care
Charity provided only if the cost is not personal
Those they pretend to help never invited there
Yet the human soul resolves to survive
Inequities forgotten when we sleep each passing day
For those downtrodden hope still does exist
His grace provided on our dying day
