Free verse № 154725
The Least of These
What matters is your fruit, He said
clothing given to a robber
a stranger warmly fed
Not a gift to fellow Christian
but repulsive neighbor loved
cheek exposed to slapping brat
That was how He showed the way
that was how His truth brought strife
but in the end, He promised life
Children know, adults must learn
this baby on the hay
who made the place in which He lay
Is just as weak and strangely made
as sickly kids in Pakistan
who wish us only harm
They would follow Abraham
give their only baby
imitate their God
See Him lie there needing care
and one day He will say
âYou did it unto meâ
What separates fire from its heat
bodies from their stench
or young devotion from radioactive rain?
5 comments
Didn't love "as sickly kids in Pakistan" (to clarify, I LOVE those kids), but not sure your specificity there works.
Last stanza's first two lines are as striking and good-ending-y as it comes, but the last line seems out-of-place? Really liked this, thanks for making me think, inspirational. 9
Line 2 needs to end with - is, or a link to next line.
I think you can say this shorter with more impact and leave out your thoughts and write from a neutral ground.
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