We are the dispossessed,
the ones without gardens.
We are priced out,
We are told to move out.
Really, there is not much space left to be out in.
We are too poor
to buy justice.
We are thirsty
for the milk of human kindness,
but it does not seem to flow
past the bottom line.
The world is full of strangers
who are each other’s friend
but not ours.
It is tough to keep forgiving people
who do not even know they need it.
Being right gives them hard faces.
Yet what a burden not to forgive!
We are tired of hearing
that anyone can have a garden.
That coffee can full of dirt
just doesn’t cut it.
We are children of Adam, too.
Well, it looks like they’re starting another development.
We can’t help wondering:
will the meek still want the earth
when the proud are done with it?