Hopeless Beggars
We lacked the Sun smile
While we humbly stood still
Under the cloudy boring sky
Beside a staving dry tree
Life is a Battlefield.
It owns different sword
Swords of different name
Revenge,position and fame
Life is an indefinite Race
We all must rise and race
Chasing nothing but shadows
Running alongside with fellows
Life is an unjust justice
Which only take delights
In making the rich richer
And the poor poorer
From Morning till night
We walk street to street
Bending,bowing and kneeling
For food to fill our blank belly
We became curse carriers
As many pour all kind of curse
On each money their consents
Wished to give the hopeless beggars
Yet all we could get
Is mockery and spite
From the same souls
We saved from curses
I wished someone could
Have our hearts smelled
Perceiving our cute pains
And healing our wide wounds
These are the greatest wishes
Of all hopeless hearted beggars
© Eze Victor
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