A dilemma is upon us
Shoulders shrug with hopeless sigh
Rich get richer; Poor grow poorer
No one understanding why
Tiny faces lack emotion
Eyes grow hardened; spirits die
All they ask for is an answer
What they get is but a cry
Nation’s elders rich in wisdom
Destined on the streets to lie
Begging only for a nickel
Crumbs of bread they seek to buy
Homeless families seeking shelter
Light at tunnel’s end not nigh
Parents search for jobs and welfare
Watching both just pass them by
But on corner stands the BIG man
Rolls of dough but stakes are high
Father has to feed his family
Any means he has to try?