A creature; lowliest of all - human
Lies at the side of the street
An aluminium bowl by his side
In silence he begs the passers by
He begs not for wealth but for life.
The creature; dirtiest of them all
In the dirtiest of rags he lies
Amputated of limbs and hope
He lies under the blazing summer sun
And the freezing winter nights
He begs for a life.
The creature; understands not economy
Not the inflation that worries the wealthy
The people are blind to him
One in a million stop to give him alms
The smallest denomination in his wallet.
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