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!