Written by: Admin_SheEvo
POEM
Beggars looked 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
