So easy to criticize
Indigent lives
Diametrically disparate,
Different from mine
But I try to remind myself
Daily to exercise
Patience
And probity
Judging too soon
And assuming
Can only mean
Preemptively,
Peremptorily
Deeming
Parochial view
Of the picture I’m seeing
Facile denial
To look a bit deeper
Into
What I still misconstrue
As this bleaker
Grim,
Dimly lit
Pit
Spitting image of meager
Believers deceived
By their god
The All-Reaper
Is creeping about
The bedraggled,
Beleaguered,
Bemired poor creature
Awaiting its fate
As it stares at a speaker
Non-native,
Unaided
Invasive speech teacher
Just trying to reach them
As equals
Of self
Even though he is privileged
With wealthier health
About the Creator
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