A Beggar

He tries to get back up
But the system beats him down
He’s society’s hiccup
If he can’t swim then he’ll drown

The world is changing fast
He wishes this wasn’t true
He always finishes last
He doesn’t know what to do

As forests are destroyed
And cities built
He feels the void
He also feels that burning guilt

Which consumes him at times
But why should he feel pain
For the “rich” people’s crimes?
Which contribute to their gain

In power and wealth
While he lives on the streets
And their actions affect his health
He’ll never be offered a seat

High up in the world
Hat seat is for the ones born there
Knowing this his misery unfurls
This life isn’t fair

Yet he has to live it
He’s stuck in a hole
Down there he’s been made to sit
He used to have goals

But they’ve been taken away
Worn down over the years
He never had a say
He thinks through the tears

There’d be no rich
Without poor
They’ve dug a ditch
By opening up a door

Using the less fortunate
As support
They created this festering hate
Which has begun to thwart

Everyone’s way of life
All this development
Is causing a global strife
And he hasn’t

Done anything to start this
He just never made it
Now he is dismissed
As one without value

With nothing to offer
He is empty handed
And so he remains what he is,
A beggar