At Dawn when one sweats a Haiku & Tanka

Haiku,

 

At dawn when one sweats,

Does the cost become clear friend,

upon relief set.

 

The Tanka,

 

Of Judgments, judgments and judgments.

 

I started a journey a few years ago, with this alignment of the economy, this adjustment of prosperity, this amend of my poverty.

 

I asked once for help myself for my children my wife to my life, I walked in to a place where the information is taken, a judgment delivered.

 

I was told that to gain housing it would be better if I was divorced, that my wife would receive such assistance upon discovery of such, That I and her were at least parted at once.

 

I gathered my pride like the lion of beast, walked away did I to set alone. There upon self did I lay my guilt, my shame. Then in need did I kick a door in, and there set I out of the weather did my pride come complete.

 

There was a knock, the bankers insurer was at the door, I was given three days or in the weather would my Childs play, So I came here to be with the immigrants to a one would they be called a refugee of thee.

 

I found here the children of mothers who know not their fathers, the families of the war torn earth, as anyone can see. A Hebrew A Muslim, and me.

 

Thus did I find that it was not just me. For the Mother could feed a family of six, while the Hebrew, the Muslim and me could grow a small garden to assist our families in need, It does not matter that she has three and that I have four, it is that she is Christian is that judgment laid.

 

Now of the Hebrew, the Muslim and me, well we found each other, we found our needs. For the Value of prosperity not a dime can you pay.

 

We found if we have dreams, if we have our prides, of liberty can we seek. To a one can we belong, if only in those dreams.

 

For once I was told, to judge not a prostitute, a harlot, I was told to find the beggars, the blind, the unloved, and there should I give.

 

I was told it is better for I to wash their feet, to care for them, rather than throw a stone, in contempt of them, that I should be likened to them, them to me. A link in life, that they should be put first is the love made.

 

Worry not about I nor the Hebrew or Muslim nor of the meek, for off we go to the community garden, is this sweltering heat to attend to our tomatoes, for something to eat.

 

For the money changers these insurers have paid your tithing is now complete, they laid this at the feet of the leaders who made this the law. That one is better and the other lesser, that a father has no value, That a Christian is the meat.

 

Alas now my journeys like my story now complete.

 

My heart grows Heavy America of what morals do you seek.