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Alms For the Wretched

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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


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

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