Sonnet: Offerings To God

Flowers and foods specially, they offer In silver utensils- makes one wonder! A ritual thus, does God expect at all? When He needs nothing earthly for His hall. They waste money, food in the name of God; O give it to the beggars, they praise Lord; ’Tis a shame Man, a beggar in the streets Searching the garbage dumps for food, he feeds! Pet animals are indeed so lucky! Well-groomed they eat with their master’s neatly; O Human brother, have you lost your heart? God’s semblance made, fellowmen too depart. So share at least the excess food, wealth, man! Take back a morsel or dime, you nev’r can. 3-1-2000