Once more today I picked up the refrain
of those who would question God’s providence:
who see no sign of God in all the pain
of suffering in the world, and no defence.
Once more it is a from a writer of books
who doesn’t need to fast and pray, but spouts
from surfeit of life’s good things, baleful looks
to cast on the plight of the poor he touts.
This enemy of God would make of God
a villain, while yet saying God does not
exist! – from all the well-heeled gains a nod
as spokesman for the depressed and their lot.
But rarely do the poor speak for themselves,
their painted lives of misery go on,
no blasphemy escapes their lips; no shelves
of books, but dependence on God alone.