Alms For the Wretched
Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.
So many hands
So many poor
In courtyards and markets
Alleyways and entranceways
So many hands
No reason why
How to help?
Any or all?
On corners holding signs
Some praying for a sign
Downtrodden but not dissuaded
By social division and separation
Stereotyping
So many hands
Driven by their emptiness
Their hopelessness
Looking for another chance
Just another chance
To close their hands
Looking for
More than poor
Some work
Some honest work
A second chance
A helping hand
