I smell the faint smell of the sampaguita sold to my father It makes me think about the poor Whenever we buy this chain of white flowers it is a bookmark in the senses Poverty Remember poverty Smell the pleasantness in your automobile and don't forget poverty. Who sold it to you? A homeless child. "It comes from a place I know not where it came from, I forgot" A life made of lies We buy this truth but live a lie We are not happy about the situation We are not happy that we are happy and they are in shambles When it rains we praise the clean billboards of the aftermath But poverty, is not washed or clean I am not sure what to do with this poverty of kindness I m lacking in kindliness and gentleness So what can there be to give to a poor child? I desire to live benevolently Desire does not mean I am so But to desire makes me righteous toward the bad And hopeful too