Viewing them through my sockets,
Wheeling their legs around the streets
Spreading their arms to every tom and dick;
Brings me to tears and sorrow.
The sky sheds her tears on them,
With nothing but papers to cover their heads.
And sleeplessly swim in its residues;
Till the sun comes up smiling.
They feed on leaves, and drink with bare hands
For their only hope is to live through each day.
And there lies my passion,
Striving towards alleviating poverty
Tending to the needs of the needy,
And saving them from homelessness.
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