"Yes please."
I said as she walked in peace.
As the other world reveals itself to me,
I see a kind of poverty.

Black ink on their faces,
At first i thought they're rashes,
But those are sign of grief,
and there was no relief.

Ignorance was first,
Im sure they feel cursed.
But when the spirit dwells,
it'll tell you to break out your shells.

I felt a burden settling in,
but worrying is a sin.
As I thank the lady for the bread,
a silent prayer was said.