Charity

Wedgedbetween a smoky screen

Ofmuddled muck and clarity

Wherechoices wan to fits of pain

Andhope grows cold and ashen.

 

Noone wants to be the one

Inneed of parceled charity,

Evenwhen the offer comes from

Kindnessand compassion.

 

Weare one when come undone

Andstanding in harm’s path

Wherefate demands a helping hand

Toassuage fiendish wrath.

 

Toooften pride’s impediment

Standsstaunch in firm embrace

Tilcharity is left to

Disappearwithout a single trace.

 

Butwhen accepted as is given,

Withhumility,

Shecarries high her

Consequentialbanner of nobility.