The Rich Man and Lazarus Revisited

The Rich Man and Lazarus Revisited

The rich man, pomp, ceremony at the feast
Proud, haughty, likes to be given his due
Enjoys adulation, his profile ever increased
And cross him and in anger he will sue

The poor, scrabbling for food, mere scraps
No banquet for them, no sumptuous spread
Starvation and hunger, and then collapse
And in sickness, malnutrition, will be dead

The rich man, powerful over all his empire
Eats, drinks and makes merry at the feast
But lacks all those graces that could inspire
Compassion for the poor has long ceased

But one day, not so far, death will come to him
Nothing to save him, and judgement will be grim