moved by an image on TV
we open up our credit cards
contributing to charity
to hide the hollows in our hearts
to care is human, and we must
“feels SO much better when you give”
approval, that is what we lust
the bread we hunger to receive
and the forsaken? It’s their fault
must be a reason why they’re cursed
we pass them, souls that turned to salt
and pay the toll, fearing the worst
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2789399-Your-own-invented-word-or-phrase-
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