This Is My Story

One Dollar currency I am, but sad we are very many in the North but very few in the South! I hear there are many people in the South huge numbers that have never seen me there I want to go for action of charity but I am confined in prisons of the North prison- pockets of those who have North where is your compassion? Those who sleep hungry, thirsty and eat only after a petition prayer those who are sick without drugs the orphans that walk naked, bare feet little beings that have no fees are my friends that need compassion North, where is your compassion? The old man, old woman in the South that sleeps with hens, goats in one room and have never seen proper hygiene that are colonies of myriads of microbes North, where is your compassion? These need my services-not hamburger -biters many of us are ready, let us go, let it be now Less than me a day is a little life a day A little life each day is huge death each day North, where is your compassion?