When?

Something has struck my depth,
Trying to clear the blur
Only one thing’s for sure,
It’s because of the world that seems no cure.

A while ago,
While walking on the streets with ego,
Watching all those strangers,
Scattering around, forming a bunch of crowd.

I like what I see,
Colorful things like skirts and tees,
Fruits, foods, concretes, toys,
And children with face of glee.

It’s cheering me up,
Not until I saw a family
That pictures the meaning of poverty
They are called homeless, panhandler, or beggar.
Asking for a few help, food, and money.

They’re full of emotions
With lack of hope in their situations.
Their face are tired and hungry,
A perfect shot of scarcity,
Looking them will make you feel sorry.

That scene tore me apart,
Conscience sprung in my heart,
It made me think of what I always think,
The world is so unfair.
How I wish everyone is even
Where everybody lives like heaven.

– M.R.A.