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Love is what he is Asking For...!
As I walk through my lane today,
I see beautiful kids playing smiling away,
People coming back home from a long tiring day,
Completely stressed out hoping to begin a brand new day.
I walk some more, enjoying the beautiful view,
At a distance; I see a long pavement build in new.
I see a man sitting at the corner of the pavement,
wearing ragged clothes and nothing on his feet
Not a penny in his pocket means nothing to eat
scornful stares from everyone he happens to meet.
Always unsure of his daily bread
neither has he a place to rest his weary head
so on the sidewalk he makes his nightly bed
in society's eyes he may as well be dead.
But he's not alone in the ongoing fight
there are many who share the poor man's plight
they scavenge through the streets day and night
the rich man's trash is the poor man's delight.
Victims of circumstances we do not know
upper class, middle class, they are way down below
rejected and neglected they have no place to go
this could have been you fortunately it isn't so.
Who will protect him from the blistering cold?
From the mighty oppressors, the strong and the bold
individual right can never be bought nor sold
the truth about the poor man's plight must be told to the world.
Can we comprehend their state of despair?
so much hustle and bustle there's no time to care
some have too much but what about the poor man's share
looking at it carefully, life can be so unfair.
To him his child's laughter is worth as much,
As money is to you,
Arms of strength to hold her is worth as much,
As building a castle to you,
To him a painless life is what he is praying
A daily dose of bread is what he is asking…
Happy he is to just live a day more
Solace found within a breeze,
Nostalgia found within the sun.
Love is what he is asking for…..!
I see beautiful kids playing smiling away,
People coming back home from a long tiring day,
Completely stressed out hoping to begin a brand new day.
I walk some more, enjoying the beautiful view,
At a distance; I see a long pavement build in new.
I see a man sitting at the corner of the pavement,
wearing ragged clothes and nothing on his feet
Not a penny in his pocket means nothing to eat
scornful stares from everyone he happens to meet.
Always unsure of his daily bread
neither has he a place to rest his weary head
so on the sidewalk he makes his nightly bed
in society's eyes he may as well be dead.
But he's not alone in the ongoing fight
there are many who share the poor man's plight
they scavenge through the streets day and night
the rich man's trash is the poor man's delight.
Victims of circumstances we do not know
upper class, middle class, they are way down below
rejected and neglected they have no place to go
this could have been you fortunately it isn't so.
Who will protect him from the blistering cold?
From the mighty oppressors, the strong and the bold
individual right can never be bought nor sold
the truth about the poor man's plight must be told to the world.
Can we comprehend their state of despair?
so much hustle and bustle there's no time to care
some have too much but what about the poor man's share
looking at it carefully, life can be so unfair.
To him his child's laughter is worth as much,
As money is to you,
Arms of strength to hold her is worth as much,
As building a castle to you,
To him a painless life is what he is praying
A daily dose of bread is what he is asking…
Happy he is to just live a day more
Solace found within a breeze,
Nostalgia found within the sun.
Love is what he is asking for…..!
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