I cheated and took two lines. I also decided not to ruin my poem with my hopeless drawing skills. The above photo seemed to fit perfectly with the opening lines of Blake’s poem and triggered me to write in the tone I have.
Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody poor,
To give a little and keep a lot,
Makes a person pious not.
Peering down from high above,
Is not the way to show your love.
One must understand when seeing thee,
But for the grace of God there goes me.
The whims of fortune can be strange,
Without warning lives may change.
Hard work brought undone by luck.
It may be you down in the muck.
In a world with such harsh disparity
We must truly embrace this thing charity
It is not just cash we should bestow
But dignity to and empathy show
We are not as separate as we may assume,
But of the same tree just a single bloom.
We are all mixed up in this ego stew,
You give to him, you give to you!