whacked eyes and wetted cheeks
tattered clothes and naked feet
that’s all he’s got on this earth
which made him a beggar at your feet
neither parents to kiss him good night
nor any friends who can share his tears
that’s why he’s begging at your feet
what on earth make you pass him by
but remember a thing as you pass
one day hell’s gonna be jam packed
your filthy souls gonna see the pain
for the reason that you turned your back on others pain
see the woman sitting corner of the street
a baby is lying on her wafer thin hands
pain is not new to the swollen eyes
which have cried a river for the sake of life
shrunken breasts are saying a sad story
there’s no any milk to wet lips of her baby
while you parting at birth of your baby
what on earth make you pass her by
but remember a thing as you pass
one day hell’s gonna be jam packed
your filthy souls gonna burn in pain
for the reason that you turned your back on others pain
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Wow, Vikum. Did you write that poem? It's very powerful. Reminded me of the song "Another Day In Paradise". Thanks for the beautiful, heartfelt post.
ReplyDeleteHi Daphne, Nice to see you again and I'm glad you found that heartfelt. Thanks a lot.
ReplyDeleteThese words ring with intensity. In your own personal way, you encourage people to develop a conscience where they may have forgotten what this means. Anger does not have to teach anger. Poverty can teach compassion and awaken the love that lies dormant in a person's soul.
ReplyDeleteLiara, Thanks a lot for visit and for sharing your ideas here :)
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ReplyDeleteWow, this is so, so powerful. The words, and the picture, really paint a story of humanity. You're reminding me what is truly important. Thank you.
Lance, It's a respect that you've commented here. I always admire your tremendous blog which I've found always inspiring.Thanks a lot.
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