OpEd, Politics

Here’s mine. It isn’t really done, but here you go anyway

By Ustaz Mark Bang

Enjoy!

Here I am, the beggar child

See my eyes with hunger wild

See me in my desperate plight

See me with no strength to fight

Here I am, the broken soul

With little chance of being made whole

My spirit long since crushed beneath

The passing of indifferent feet.

Here I am, the beggar child

Compared to mine your plight is mild

Compared to me, you live like kings

To me, the least have everything

What will you do? Some pence, perhaps?

A dollar, tossed into my lap?

Then you leave to forget quickly

This young soul, caged in poverty

Here I am, the beggar child

To most, I am somehow defiled

Few have I seen who really care

How I and others like me fare.

You see me, yet you do not care!

You pass me with your nose in the air

Crimeless, yet in your eyes defiled;

Here I am, the beggar child.

I finished it about 5 minutes ago so it needs a fair bit of work; but here is what I have. Hope you like it. “Public Staunchest Ally”.

The writer of this article is a Human rights activist, writer and professional teacher.

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