Esse

[I work at an office, with a fixed salary to feed a family: without a denial to hardwork I work tediously my little ones attend school routinely, We solely wish necessities neither comforts nor luxuries]. Dear me! I desire if it was true but fellow humankind treat us erroneously. It's arctic outside. we wander the streets in austerity, in rags; all cold and hungry I implore the privileged for aid but all futile, The men of wealth treat us indifferently. Now my words of present describe my past, no more cold or hungry we are; hostility of mankind is yet more painful than slow death to starvation, My family and I are long gone by Oh mankind! a little help would have sufficed.