“The Life of a Poor”

The Cries of Poor Souls roars day and night
Begging for food and shelter for their Life
They suffer of shame, rejection, and hunger
Living a life full of pain and danger

Wanting to live like of those with pretty clothes
To walk around with no worries but full of hope
The warmth of having a house is what they seek
As they smile with their family from what they picked.

The leaders of the country say this and that
Giving the poor hopes as each days pass
But now their busy filling their pockets
Which they got from the poor souls pocket

So why don’t we stand in this mainland
To help of those that needs a hand
For one simple act no matter how small or big
Could bring happiness to a life of grief