The City Beggar Poem by john paul oracion

Fortune amidst fortune, But,
vanguished by misfortune,
Turmoil in and out,
The City Beggars life is full of screams and shouts!

Monickered as poor,
filthy and full of sore;
Tormented by unfathomable odor, and,
kissed by disgrace,
Hugged by horrendous and paltry nimbus;

This wasn't the beggars life before,
blanketed by hopes and dreams, but,
now covered by tattered clothes and that it all seems;
laying his body anywhere-in sidewalks, foot bridges and in streets
hoping all these will have a retreat.

And someday the city beggar
won't be ignored by peps, and,
one day or two will find his place,
a place for them to abscond where,
the City Beggars are in, and,
they will say this is - The End.