God is a Security Guard

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

To a place with hundreds of shops, cafes and
Restaurants under one roof, indoor streets,
Banners and plastic colours, far from town,
An easy parking shopping mall, a tramp came
Eating bread rolls, ketchup splattered burgers and
Cold french fries discarded by the prosperous.
People starred, whispered contempt, this place
Is not for the likes of him, poverty amidst plenty
Is a disturbing sight; a man, in a splendid uniform,
Appeared spoke softly to the tramp and gently led
Him towards the exit he even stopped to let the poor
Man pick up a dead hot-dog, at a nearby table.
God likes to dress up; yesterday he was a security Guard.