For The Love Of Allah
by Victoria Maynard
The homeless man, holds out a cup for alms
from those , who's pockets might contain some gold.
yet passers- by. come up with empty palms.
A hidden flask of alcohol, embalms
his trembling body from the biting cold.
The homeless man, holds out a cup for alms
and begs, while other people might have qualms
about a human, forced to act so bold,
yet passers-by, come up with empty palms.
Another swig, the fiery liquid calms !
Since everything of value has been sold,
The homeless man holds out a cup for alms
recalling now, the sound of raining bombs,
a home destroyed, his miseries two-fold.
yet passers-by, come up with empty palms.
His chapped lips bleed, intoning David's Psalms
for prayers might help, or so he has been told.
The homeless man holds out a cup for alms
yet passers-by .come up with empty palms.