Why and What
Why do we call the one who hoards newspapers, crazy
But the one who hoards money, genius
Why do we laud those who give away a tiny percent of their hoard
But ignore those who share half their sandwich every day
Blinded by money, suckered by fame
While real people suffer in shame
Look at the faces of those you reject
The unhoused, the addicted, the ones you suspect
Of being too human, of being a mess
You can only be more if you make them less
What if instead of being reviled
You did something crazy, something so wild
As to look at the faces of all human kind
And see shining back the light of the divine