Indigent, poverty-stricken

Begging for alms,

Now their survival technique

They cry out for help

Not their fault, deprived

Of their homes

Reach out to them

 

Emotionally detached,

Sad, loneliness has overridden joy

Living in an environment

With fierce combart

They’ve been hurt, deprived

Of the pleasures they deserve

Reach out to them.

 

Abused, battered,

The wicked has shown them hostility

Fear has crippled into them

They hide amongst the crowd

They can’t cry out, deprived

Of freedom they deserve

Reach out to them.

 

Dying of ill-health

From an ailment with no cure

A bad omen for them

Negativity has crawled into them

They are upset, deprived

Of help from those that can offer

Reach out to them.

 

 

 

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