28 Nov 2016 – Sonnet
What you once wanted: passing off the buck
of human kindness, feeding-tube machines,
electing servitors to dole – and suck
a little off the top – and count the beans,
offloading obligations of the heart,
you’ve now decided governments can’t run
such social programs, swearing it’s not smart.
And so you pull the plug and say “You’re Done!
Good luck! Be warm and filled” and all that rot.
“The more that starve the fewer tossed in jail!
The Have’s don’t need so many damned Have-Nots!
Our patience now wears thin to hear them wail!”
Small wonder they’re still hungry – you’re still cold –
contracting out what God asks of your soul.