The Hopeless Prayer; lost empathy

Hope is hopeless without the expectation
That humanity would show empathy 

And have values enshrined on the edge to do good
Want to, or at least try to; a helping hand 

Is it to do with the 21 Century and its norm 
Or have I always been, just this blind 

Am I naive to expect decency
Or did the world just leave me behind 

In a parallel universe looking through 
But no touchy, touchy, connectivity, you hear 

Who would come to the aid of a dying man 
Left lying on the street, vulnerable to the elements 

While church bells ring hallelujah so close by 
Prayer warriors sing to the lord on a Sunday and others 

That is, but the destitute are less human to be seen 
Acknowledged, too weak and poor to be cared for 

Prayed for, wealth is the most needed medicine  
Let the dying die, it would be easier that way 

Hope is hopeless without the expectation 
That humanity would have the decency to help 

Friendship

I will hand you a leaf,  

An olive leaf I picked myself   

With scribbled message, friend oh friend 

The Rich Man

You know, some people say 
The way I act, its just like a rich man      
They say the way, I walk     
I talk, its just like a rich man     


So then I must be rich   
I am a rich, rich, rich, Mr rich man  
They say the way I laugh surely    
Just like a rich man     


So then I am a rich man, I must be  
But then my bank manager frowns   
W' he sees me, clocks ticks slowly in his eyes, at my presence   
Not the fat cat he hoped for, he prefers to see   

Somebody go tell him, with a firm grip on awakening 
Explain the confusion, with authority and clarification  
That I am a rich man, I am rich  
Indeed I am a rich man, I am seriously rich


For my content made as in, me as a being, rich  
Because I live a rich life, full 
Banking smiles around  all day, with joy
In my portfolio of deeds done, all day with warmth 


Happiness in stocks take  
Return in harvest, investment of smiles, kindness
I am joy, happiness runs in my blood veins 
That is why some people say  


Some people say, the way I act   
Oh, its just like a rich man 
I am rich, rich, richness is made of me 
So call me, Mr rich man, I am rich 


And I like to spread it  all around 
Call me the philanthropist, free giving 
Sharing my wealth, like rain on drought land
I am so rich, rich, rich, I say 


That is why 
The way I walk, I talk, I smile 
Oh, just like a rich man
Call me, Mr rich man, richie rich

To Mother's Womb

This is to the womb
That made me so
To the entity
That gave me, life
My first Day,


An appreciation
To the Big Pushers
And the push again
Come on, one LAST PUSHHH!!
To all the 9 months
Afters......


The addiction crave
To the weird combination 
Of food crave, emotions yoyo
Stretch marks, don't you dare
The relief and joy, the first hold


From you I took my first step
Kiss on my forehead,
Gives me assurance
And am still walking.....

You are Appreciated!
Like the feel of the
First sunny day after winter
Much loved and cherrished

Thank you..
Thank you
Thank You Very Much
This is to the womb that made me so