Injustice - My Spirit
Their craving eyes watch hungrily
As food goes down the drain,
Their half-torn, old and dirty clothes
Are drenched by pouring rain.
They never have a resting place,
Or something close to 'home',
They have no proper livelihood -
On worn-out streets they roam.
People think they aren't of use,
Some even call them 'unwanted',
Still, there are some who will look past that,
And try to help them, undaunted.
I hope, that one day, all this ends -
That 'discrimination' isn't a word,
And I know inside, my wish will come true -
The 'poor' will change the world.
For 'SHOW ME YOUR SPIRIT' Contest
Copyright © Sneha Rv | Year Posted 2015
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