Pointless Polarisation of the Universe

Is one’s morality predicated solely on one’s wealth?  If it is then maybe, as a nation, the U.S. should get rid of the plaque on Liberty Island and its poem, written by Emma Lazarus which includes the lines ‘With silent lips. Give me your tired, your poor,/Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free/The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,/Send those, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,/I lift my lamp beside the golden door.’

And it’s almost certain that many of the commenters in the linked thread would strongly disagree with this: (written by Ronald Reagan in the aftermath of the assassination attempt made by John Hinckley, jr.):

 

What Goes Around Comes Around…

Hark hark the dogs do bark
The beggars are coming to town
Some in rags and some in jags*
And one in a velvet gown.

Because some things never change.

Nuns

Catholic nuns take a vow of poverty.  The nuns who taught me in primary school were no exception.  It is a semblance of poverty if we are honest; they did not face starvation and there was always plenty for them to eat.  However, it gave them an air of detachment from the material world.  They were located firmly in the realm of the spiritual.  You could present them with the most precious diamond in the world and they would remain unmoved.  Money was not their driving force and I envy them that.  They are as close to God as one can get.  They are replete, complete, self-sufficient.  The slender threads that pass through the eye of the needle.

Orphan Made Good

This capacity for courage
Born out of the terror
Honesty can be brutal
So I go on pretending
To be deluged by love
You took away my name
For I am an inspiration

It was a kind of violation
The fashion for compassion
I am bereft yet somehow brave
Could this be the love I crave
I am your project
I am your creation
I have been enslaved
I am the one you saved