Charity feeds me one day,
keeps me hungry 364.
You sanctify the Way things Are at my expense:
You feel content for one day’s giving while I starve 364.
I rather you burn your Crescent and Cross (*1)
and starve with me: Then you will see the tyranny of the Way things Are
and the Evil of your Charity:
Your charity presumes ownership of what you store for a rainy day
while I soak in poverty without a today or tomorrow.
Charity is Satan’s cloak:
You presume to give what is not yours.
When things are, as they are supposed to be, then be Generous-
Now we demand Justice with Dignity.
We are the 99%
Note 1: This is not to be taken literally. Both Islam and Christianity have my respect. However, like every religion, the spirit may often be lost and this poem laments this.