Have you seen a tiny bird?
Feed her young and not be stirred?
Watched a sunset so superb,
Yet turned away without a word?
Have you viewed the star- filled sky,
Not felt compelled to wonder why?
Can you not stoop to cuddle up,
A loving, trusting, newborn pup?
Have you witnessed a baby’s birth,
Denying miracles, here on earth?
No friendly chat on country walks.
You only listen when money talks.
You tight-fisted, miserable bastard.