For the Children of Beggars

We are children of beggars we have no choice but to automatically harness our little talent or what we know it as knowing how to beg and prolly wash cars Since we’re surrounded by poverty penury, and a radical outlook of insanity We live our lives with no strings attached to it all we do is just for us and those in our surroundings (family) We’re children of beggars Life’s hard those on the outside They complain of mere power outs But then, do we even know what’s called light? In here is pitch-black our raggy clothes own their rags Even us is black and dark Life for us is to black that it’s gone stark Please help we children of beggars We don’t know what is called life To us, it’s just pure strife and massive plights But with your help, we can have in life, better times ©Emmiasky Ojex From CHILDREN OF BEGGARS (Anthology)