Charity, Williiam-Adolphe Bouguereau (1865)
Charity, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Here she sits on the steps of misery,
With left hand out she seeks not our pity,
Nor does she show signs of being angry,
Then why is it she makes this drastic plea.
The children show no signs of violence,
She has no marks upon her solemn face,
Serious doubt to be public nuisance.
What is her plight she seeks us to erase?
Shall we stop, ask what is her condition?
What horrid fear is it to grieve her so?
Will you give the time to take some action?
Or just give a coin and tell her to go?
Are we so calloused so as not to care?
Or being polite avoiding to stare?