LiRa de asis

Rookie (july 09,1991 / manila, philippines)

So We Blame The Pauper - Poem by LiRa de asis

There is a word I’ve tired to write
But nothing seems to say
The express meaning I’d like to make
In agony I lay.

As I look through the clear glass window
Littered with droplets of rain
I’m reminded of all I cannot seem,
Though I try, to obtain.

I’d love to pretend today I care
For your problems and petty wars
But nothing but this tired facade
Can stay and still be yours.

I’m tired of all these trivialities
These unimportant facts
It much too late for we forget
It’s liveliness we lack.

And so we blame the pauper
For wading in the streets
When it’s really our own fault
He has no where to sleep.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2008



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