The Beggars’ World Poem by Vizo Meyase

Quiver of silent actions in the stations
Stood like a statue seeking for a piece of coin-
Oh dear! You smile in the most rarest design.
Your silence of pity turns anger to a joyful face
Doesn’t mean a thing sometime to throw a hand-
Stretching for some, who not looked back a feeling;
The way you wish a prayer for someone on the park
It’s more than worth a thousand or millions of bucks-
A gift that none can ask for more than that ‘Amen’.
Place to places unable to fill your empty belly full
Under the heat of the sun; sweating to burn up
So tougher than the greatest gutsy could’ve done,
Sheltering from the humid of the days improperly
And resting the nights so chill; a deep bite of dew cold.
Oh dear! If I were you, would I able to survived-
I wonder and dreamed of a dream that’s not easy;
Yet, I could never imagine me as you, to be possible?
The silver hole plate in your rough shivered hold
With scattered of coins covering up few plate holes
Like gold coins were spreads all over in a big treasure
Shimmering due to the beam of the sunshine above-
Your scorchy face of wrinkles; a decades looks,
Matter not; you carry a baby smile that can never-
Renounce the happiness within yourself, even so…
Someone on the foot path scoff you away to bug off.
For a day will come when, there’d be you to rule
Celebrating your victory of acquire knowledge here;
And there in the throne of your rested kingdom-
Somewhere you all will share the peace you deserve,
For you’re earning a day of independent peace now
Where it’ll be unseen, yet; it’ll be called a world,
Blissful of relief moment known The Beggars’ World.