Fool not your concious
Give no attention to arrogance
Me and you know
That for each time
You throw food in that been,
You act in cruelty
the beggar stands gazing at you
With hope that today
You will have the kindness to give some
But unfortunately,
His intestines will forever sing hallelua
And yours silent in peace
Now we all know they are human beings
Like us,
They have valid reasons for their circumstances
Will live not to judge
But give the little we have
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