Grading the poor

Grading the poor

 

Grading the poor
At the bottom or on the floor
Satisfies one’s might
Reaches the right.
 
It is distressing to grade a human
Living in ruins
Covered with no roof but walls
And another, neither roof nor walls.
 
Where do you end one never knows
One receives no alms and
Nothing to the world he owes.
Lives the day with a loaf of bread with no qualms
 
The other sold his poverty never ever aware
He was cared with flair
And now has a roof over his head
With no dearth of bread.
 
It is not my trade to grade the poor
At the bottom or on the floor.
We are not messiahs,
Returning to judge all creations.