THE LESS PRIVILEGED

In faded and tattered clothes they stand
Hoping one or two pennies touches their hands
They sing as their bowls dances on their palms
They are not beggars, only few will understand

Some sees them as lazy, some sees them as pest
Some drive them away or render insults as help
But they remain calm, the temper in them had left
They are now empty souls trying to replenish themselves

How do they do it without being depressed
You drop a little token and they seem impressed
They pray for their saviour who in turn wish them dead
As an act of mercy but why not change them instead

©Aminu Abdulmumeen
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