Just Show Love Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

All is well with you,
Or almost well with you,
Three square meal or more, daily
Gold on all five fingers,
You are large, get all you want and need
The question is, do you care?

Do you care about anything,
Or any one?
In your flashing soundless and smokeless mobility,
You cruz all streets, and you see the poor little boy and girl, begging for arms at street junction.
A square meal, since morning, is not in sight.

Do you care for them at all?
Do you think about them?
Out of you plenty, the one that turn waste, why not shear a little with them?
You see them like you don't, as they walk the street naked, without hope a something to wear in the later, you see them everywhere, but shade up and roll up, put music on high, to avoid seeing them.

Have you no heart?
Sitting in the front row seat in the holy,
Maintain in a gorgeous apparel,
Looking like angel in heaven,
Paying tithe and offerings,
Flooding you minister with gifts and honour,
What about them?

How are you loving your neighbour?
You snub them, because they are poor
You hate them for their parents are poor,
Second class, and you chase your little child from them,
They are not the same class!
What are you doing with a classless being?

Who was Lazarus? What did Jesus do to him, if the King you love, love both rich and poor, why not you too?

Where help come from, you barricade,
Yet, you love God!
Is that the way?
You cannot please all, but strive to please humanity, show love without limit, give to the needy,
Let the child, be your child.
See them as your self,

Just love, never let hatred be an option. Just love.
Love, until you are dead.
Love more than the creator.
Just try.
Be their smile.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, Rabbi