Daily I see bearded men with turbans
around their heads
dressed in white cloaks, women carrying
their prayer beads
in some colourful saris while in rags
a beggar pleads
and we are worlds apart from each other,
in their views and life some do not bother
and I am dressed in shoes, pants and shirt,
always wearing
one of several costly suits to church
have anything, ,
take a collar and tie to business
where I fit in
but are disregarding the poor old tramp
are viewing him as just another scamp.
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