With an air of nonchalance
He treads, barefooted
Upon wasted piles
And rotten gutters
Digging up dumps and garbage foods
Like a shadow
He swifts pass the crowd
The plate of hope beneath his arm
He’ll stare into any eye
Civility and shame jaded
Do you see his skeletal frame, lying under the bridge?
His back on theground
Wears only a piece of rag
His eyes, pale and sunken
From hunger pangs and thirst
Scorched lips and parched throat
He’s trekked through all the streets
He knows every bend and twists
With skilled dirty foot
And cracked heels to show for it
As if peoples scorn isn’t enough;
He’s constantly flogged by an angry sun
Mercilessly beaten by a cold rain
Poor soul, why art thou unlucky?
Why are you not in white socks like the rest?
Yes, they are around us; the bus stops, market gates, the bridge etc.
Just look for a second, and you’ll see lots of opportunities abound to do good. We want to do good, so we wait for a grand event to come through yet ignoring the little opportunities every where around us.
This goes for all religion and sect; giving assistance to the destitute among us, however little, shouldn’t only be reserved for a particular religion or charitable organizations.
We each have our roles to play and until we accept and do our bests, we’ll be making a mockery of our very nature – ‘human being’. Are we really being humans, when we disregard the poor, refusing to render assistance where we know we could?
And who says you have to be substantially rich and have more than enough before you help others.
I would like to measure riches instead by how much heart one has for giving.. Even a cup of water could be lifesaving!
There was this trend on social media few months ago, where some people picked up derelicts, cleaned them up, fed them clothed and housed them. In as much as I do not fancy people showing off their philanthropic deeds; I must admit I admired them.
With more people like that, I bet the world would be a much better place.