A homeless person is treated badly but the poem urges us to re-think our judgements. |
To all those who do not take pity, please read this little ditty, of lives so sad, they'll make you glad that you can take no pity. There's a man with a dog praying, not to god, but holding his hands up for mercy to his fellow beings. Begging, not for a cheap payday, but for humanity. What to do? The money will be boozed away or, worse still, he'll use the cash to get a stash of substances that need no mention. For shame! When was the last time we went to a distillery? Have you seen the price of the intoxicating artillery? For shame! How many drugs cost 50 pence? Please have some common sense. Take a closer inspection through non-judgmental lenses; wipe away the hostility and the culpability. That man was once a little child With little fingers and little toes. His mother probably wiped his snotty nose and taught him proper etiquette. And once were you a little child, With little fingers and little toes. Who, if saw, a person on the street would not treat them with disrespect but would entreat your parents to help them with their plight. And would fight for their right to have a home and love and warmth. |