Beggars Lament
I walk the streets of hollowed out dreams
Down the alleys of pain and life spent
Through the paths worn by the soles of the masses
Yet I can’t feel the air nor the lament
Broken ones have lain here before me
In houses made of stale cast offs and tattered twines
No hope abounds here for the flesh
As is written in all these wrinkled lines
Oh yes they pretend to look but do not see
Those lives passed on in all these places
For their eyes will not focus
On the misery etched upon these faces.
Please forgive them for their blindness
For them there is no pain
To see what is before you
Could make you insane.
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