a note on poverty....

a little boy in my vicinity,
struggling to have food
unfortunately fell victim to brevity
wherever he sees, find depravity
having passed secondary school,
busy in arranging money to fulfill his needs
staggering from door to market,
gathering pennies in his socket
hopes of his lone mother
younger sister is feeling hungry
burden of household, on his little shoulder
making him feel stronger....
this is really pathetic, vicariously...
sometimes what we see render us wounded..
wounds which are never healed..