By Ustaz Mark Bang
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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.