like pigs
I may not have home
But I welcome
All those who are well off
And continue to cut jokes and make laugh
To some extent
Some of the reports
Really prove true to the level
That poor are forced to eat stale food
Why do we see with hateful eyes?
Whenever we give
Something in kind
We shall find an answer
People hurl abuses
And refuse
To offer some food
We can certainly understand their grudge
Some beggars return home
They have family to welcome
But some have nothing to claim
But they have no aim to acquire
But we can't allow them to live like pigs
They work hard to earn from rugs
They have virtually no life to show
It is our responsibility to grow their desire
vbwelcome ndela bizana Unlike · Reply · 1 · Just now
I may not have home But I welcome All those who are well off And continue to cut jokes and make laugh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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