THESE COULD BE US

All the less privileged around us
The urchins with no house
To lay their tired young bones
The hungry kids sprawled on our streets
With sunken eyes and protruding bellies
Grease painted flames and life long companion
The glue bottle
  
   We didn't bribe the most high
Now that our life are normal and we always soar high
These pitiful human beings could be us
The homeless with tattered clothes
And hopelessness in abundance
Upon whom the merciless sun beat down
And the rain wash their years away
These could be any of us
The twilight girls who share their sinful life with the sad moon
And whose blood sustains the very existence of the mosquitoes
Girls who don't understand the sweetness of night sleep
They are no better than the witches

    These could be us the beggar
With their outstretched hands
Waiting for for a plane of hope to land
With only the coins to break the silence
And at times the ambulance's sirens
Its only by grace we are not in hospitals
Fighting for our lives in machines
We can walk,see hear and even smile to the cruel sun
Since we are not them
But every time you hit your pillow
Always remember to give thanks because
THESE BROKEN SOULS COULD BE US