the test of faith

In the market place
In the surrounding areas
You will find stray cats
And the unwanted kittens

These stray cats
They aren't afraid
They climb on the tables
They climb on thighs
For surviving instinct telling them
Go out and get it done

The stray cats sit
Meowing away staring at you
Pitiful eyes help me please
When they get their filled
They don't remember you

Some stray kittens
Too young the owners release
For a few days dying of hunger
On the road sometimes in the drains
Meowing the whole day
Until death takes it away

In humans we do find
The minds short circuited only the physical selves
Walking picking up rubbish and cigarette butts
Laughing and smiling in unkempt clothings
The human strays a long way from home

Every where we see
A test of faith see what we will do
Don't go looking down
Don't go claiming otherwise
The everyday sights challenging us
Sad to say we fail most miserably