Thank God it's not ME.

The man with no eyes
walks up and down confidently
the train and bus stops
begging for money.
walks guided only
by a mere white stick.
Yet people try to ignore him
people, who are not even confident
to walk with stained cloths.

The child on the street
wrapped up with dirt
with smile so sad
has been mistreated to a hell lot
scrambling for coins
dropped near them.
Bravely asking aloud.
For money they live
a life filled with mistreat and abuse.

A man with one or two limbs lost
ambles differently through the indifferent crowd
sits quietly by the side
Praying someone takes pity
hoping that somebody cares
Trying to make a living
From the kindness of passers-by
Yet nobody sees him
or the tear in his eyes.

What kind of world we live in?
They can't eat without begging
we don't even bother
to ask their story
how they end up there?
But we effectively
avoid them
shun them
and uncomfortably walk past them
Thanking God it's not ME