Benefits off the Bottom

Enjoying the benefits off the bottom.

While Auntie sits quietly on a Sunday afternoon, hand-sewing her bags, which she makes on a daily basis, she waits for her lunch to be delivered by a local community service. While bottom feeders are enjoying their air-conditioned housing and nice clothes, thinking about their next headliners of helping the community mob, chasing grants and tenders, and giving to no end pitiless opinions based on actionless ego speeches. Alike many bodies and sadly even their own mob. Come, let's talk about it even more; let's rave on about how much this matters and yet do nothing at all but post up a post stating how much we care. Oh, but it's them, you say? Oh, but it's their fault because the provisions are given, and they just can't look after it? Oh, but the past has caused this? Oh, but wait, there's more, and YET Auntie still sits on the floor day in and day out waiting for her meal-a-day lunch. Why? What? Who? How? When? ... WHEN? When did you care? When did you offer her a clean home? When did you learn her name? When you did say you cleaned her bottom floor she sits on? When did it matter your life over hers? When did she say she wanted to be at the bottom? For the last shall be first, and the first shall be last.

Beautiful Nan hand-sews bags needle and thread