Generosity

Our scrappiness is ineluctable,

They rule the world, we're a dot on the map,

To them, we're a minor deductible,

To us, they're the pow'r, reason's leather strap.

Our generosity is elusive,

To find it, we must see ourselves as rich,

And them as poor rather than delusive,

We'll help to strengthen their strap with our

        stitch.

It is they not us who're unrealistic,

They not us who build castles in the air,

Let's share with them our vision holistic,

Together we'll incarnate beauty bare.

And what if they scoff and laugh at our gifts?

We'll go back to griping about their grifts.