Pity, when you tore my heart
I saw the world through different eyes
I saw the leper and the beggar and the lies
I saw the wounded, the sick and the homeless
I imagined sleeping in the rain
I imagined all my wordly possessions in a bag
I saw the tramps under the bridges
The tribes of beggars, the silent old
The solitude of millions tramping from work
Who had nobody to talk to
I remembered those who lost their jobs
And the thousands who lost their homes
I remembered those who had nothing to lose,
Who had nothing to lose
Never had anything to lose, nothing, never.
Pity I looked at the world through different eyes
Thinking about my good fortune and luck
Until, until one day I realised I could be pitied
By the poorest who lived in a shack
Seeing my restlessness and anguish
Even when things were going well
My selfish world, peopled with myself
Pity in poor people's eyes
My world, my ambitions and my disguise.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Very few poems have made me think, and I mean really THINK, such as this one right here. I can't even explain it yet, as I'm still processing this poem... what is pity? Who has the right to pity who? Who in this world has the leverage and superiority over another being without it being self-proclaimed? Easy 10...
The mask on this so called 'Heart' Stays there strong until someone ELSE tear. Only then we realise and look beyond. A basic truth here as to... When do we look beyond. That which is beyond Shows the real life within oneself. Its a worth experience Enables the self to come out of that self built empire While you pity on... At the same time, can be grateful to that experience. Good one...Very meanigful expression in each line. Thank you
This poem calls upon the reader too to do some serious introspection...another great poem Rani
This tears at our heart too Rani - -and you have brought out the most pitiable conditions which we can see when we look - - - a first class verse.... a 10 + + from Fay....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A realistic take on life as it is today..so many do indeed see things through opaque eyes.