Poem -

Stinginess & Scorn :(

Stinginess & Scorn :(

He diliberately rushes past the sick man on the street tho his selfishness noticed his sorry plight  white as a sheet... May God forgive his speed at his stinginess and scorn...as he ignores this invalid on such a cold, icy morn..

So he arrives at his empire to checkup on his workforce, his staff need to be counseled... it’s his good fortune of course... this VIP man of importance with abundance, fine health...has no thought for another, he only thinks of himself...

The staff breeze in just before the wall clock says nine yet there’s one of the fitters who’s not sat at the line... Mackenzie is missing... where an earth can he be ? he’s helping the ill man from this morning you see...

Well two hours after Mackenzie makes it in thru the door, his boss the VIP is stood on the factory floor... Everybody else has there heads down to their job tho they hear Mr. Moneybags   when he shouts from his gob!!
“MACKENSIE WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN” his tone is tormenting so menacing & mean... 

With his head bowed down to his feet he’s affraid of his boss... poor Mackensie is flustered he is all at a loss... yet he tells of his actions as he saw the sick man lying down, how he called for an ambulance from the hospital in town... but tho it raced in a hurry he heard the sirens as it sped... Alas help was too late....the unfortunate man was dead!!!