Begging And Struggling For Light

POEM

Beggars looked in my direction,

And I felt like one of them

I looked back and resonated with so much they were going through

I’d seen them

Day in, day out

Sitting, waiting, hoping, begging

All I could do was to wonder, what’s next?

What are they hoping for?

Where is their help coming from?

I’d seen them

Day in, day out….yet I could not help

None of them cared for much

so, if none of them cared to pause

God knows, really…

He knew before it could even be done

This is more of their destiny

does it make it right though?

What is right and what’s wrong?

All I could do is just to wonder

I mean, I’d seen them

Day in, day out…yet could not help

They all looked at me back

I found me wondering back

And questioning with no answers

The sun was simmering slowly

Either side, I would still feel the heat

And that, that still could not make a difference

They are sitting, waiting, hoping and trusting

Could their belief be the calm to their situation

does it make it right though?

does it make it right though?

What is right and what’s wrong?

All I could do is just to wonder

I mean, I’d seen them

Day in, day out…yet could not help

Beggars looked my direction

And I felt like one of them

I looked back and resonated with so much they were going through

Their pleading eyes caught me

Made me feel like a culprit

All I could do is just to wonder

I mean, I’d seen them

Day in, day out… yet could not help

Written by: Sylvia Ndou from the streets of South in Johannesburg