the poor

Poverty in the country

It isn’t something new

It is there all the time

If only every one wakes up

See how the other lane lived by

Not many want to take up the challenge

They feel they don’t get the publicity

They feel they don’t get the recognition

And the poor will live by handouts or begging

And the poor souls will cry

Why God is so unkind?

And the people will support

The marginalized people from overseas

The organizers will get the publicity

They will get the recognition

And our very own poor souls

We don’t show them we care

We can see them

Sleeping on 5-foot ways

Sometimes under the bridges

Sometimes hide in abandoned homes

And the poor souls will cry

Why God is so unkind?