Someone Awaits Us
People here and there are begging with their screams,
looking at others with a hopeful glimpse.
I saw it yesterday in the eyes of a child,
body depicted hunger
and shrunken chest, lack of pride.
Trembling voice of his
when I asked him his name,
followed me to the cries remain hidden in his veins.
He was terrified probably because of me.
Still stood right up, head hung
probably due to greed.
Eyes filled with emptiness
losing hope slowly.
A gesture of thanks
when the prize came up rolling.
Million like him
awaits someone to reach them out.
Have lost trust and scope;
say people chosen would
be last to serve their hope.
Act of kindness is what they please,
Many of them finding no way out to squeeze.
They are looking for us maybe,
those children and the adults:
slowly coming to their knees
notifying they finally give up.
Give up on their dreams,
their working, their respect and much more.
To them, the life is pretty sore.
Let's cease their forever waiting,
maybe not all but some could find escape from this corpse dwelling.
Maybe not a lot you could do
but a little won't hurt
would be a good deed for
kindness pleasing dirt.
Caring for someone unlikely make you weak;
Serving someone would not portray you as a freak.
You won't be a follower but a server
if you think about.
Try once getting that gesture,
if you still have a doubt.
Possibly it would tempt you
possibly it would call
possibly you would be able to see
the suffering that grows on....
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