Thursday, June 15, 2017

the crumbs


The crumbs on the floor
The beggars have no choice
They have to pick it up
Otherwise they will go weak

The clever beggars will hoard it
One day they will have plenty
When the season is bad
They will stand to gain

But beggars can't have a choice
They depend on the givers
The little that they pick up
They know it can't last a day

But that could be in the past
Now we read of beggars globetrotting
Going places to beg for alms
Some have fat bank accounts

Look around us
We don't see real beggars
We see are the faked ones
Working for a syndicate

In politics we see the political beggars
They will shamefully beg for the crumbs
Back home they still can live comfortably
Though they have sold their dignity and honour

In our everyday lives
We curry favours to get along
I help you, you help me”
Everything will be fine!


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