Stain On Our Splendor

by Tubal Rabbi Cain

Daily the sun reveals from cities across the world Magnificence of the structures, but at the bottom side Of all the magnificence, I see shadows Dark in appearance, as if cast mischievously By the sun’s radiations, On earth, evoking the colorless cloud of Poverty hovering over haggard figures In the procession of “the Destitute” In routine march past In search of sustenance, and I ponder quietly, At the source Of this seemingly dirty stain On our splendor.

Stain On Our Splendor by Tubal Rabbi Cain

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