We see them scattered in the streets
We don't listen to them lest we get late
They approach us stretching their hand
We push them away, that's their fate
At times we drop a coin, what they deserve
We always do all of the above.
Those who were born to a great fortune
Why don't you give as good as you get
When they seek shelter in our homestead
We should not shut them out and close the gate
Its generous sharing with them little we have
Most times we never do any of the above.
We know they sleep in the cold at night
We should be their fortress, their blanket
They scramble for little food till they fight
Hurriedly we bypass them without regret
These street urchins also need to be shown love
But we do none of the above.