Eyes of the Poor
Have you ever seen the eyes of the poor?
Do you know what they say?
Do they want darkness and coldness to be
their companions?
Do they want poverty and hunger to be their
destiny?
Do they want to struggle between the line
of life and death everyday?
There are no excuses,
To leave our fellows out there,
And let them live and die without any
attention,
Like weeds in wind,
Emerge or itself and perish of itself.
People, we care about flowers,
We see animals so precious,
So why can’t we see the eyes of the poor?