Poverty: One Glance for Humanity

Have you ever thought living in the house made of paper box?

Or only as big as the smallest closet and even have no door to close?

Some even don’t have place they can call home

Wandering on the road like those restless ghosts

Have to eat garbage

Have to drink dirty water

Choke for every mouthful

For every painful bite

Some are already very old

But still they have to work

For those who are no longer able to handle the job

Begging near the street is the only way they can think of

Still they can smile

But not sure how to cry

Too many pains

Cause's it to no longer feels like damn

Sometimes they even can’t feel anything

Rather than hunger which make them keep fighting

Live for today, rest for tomorrow

Eat today, not sure about the morrow

Father sold his child

To feed himself and the entire family

Mother sold herself

Hoping no daughter ever see's her in action

Sometimes she had

To prostitute her own baby

To make sure they are able to have money

To stay alive even in misery

It is life for them, maybe not even close

I am only able to captured what I heard the most

Now before you want to complain about your life

Come, join me and meet them alive