The Solution

by Clonjey   Sep 18, 2005


I'm here in math class when I here a rumble in my stomach.
It's the last class and I can't wait to leave from it.
In my my mind I think "I'm hungry beyond belief."
But I know in another country the starving become a thief;
Going against beliefs in order to find relief.
Then why am I complaining?
I haven't gone through the same thing.
It's a shame, we complain when the pain isn't the same.
Jesus' aim wasn't to cure lame or feed those who came.
He taught us to give though we have little.
To give to the bottom though we're in the middle.
I bet there are kids who wish they were as hungry as me.
So next time I'm hungry I'll remember that they're class three;
That they can't afford any food past free.
So ask me, 'what did Jesus teach us to move the world forward, and be enriched?'
I'll say, we should all give to those poorer and we'll all end up rich.

© 2005

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  • 19 years ago

    by Emi

    Belief Plays In This One. That's What Plays It Down A Bit. ****