Written By Chaka PX
Child of Fire, Destitute choice
at the corner, for crumps to fall,
Who to judge, my arm at length.
Mercy i pray thee
Day by day my heart is circumcised
with vulnerability, who to help?
Please sir, please Ma, help the needy
I wish it will fall
Who owns it really…….
Pity all the time,
Alms don’t drop on fallen fingers
you give, i give,
the beggars alms with superstition
How many would i get?
The gold coin are expensive
Help the needy, help the poor.