15 October 2012
A chaotic street with hustling crowd, Seemed empty when I saw him.. A boy of three covered in a shroud, With pale skin and eyes so dim..
Tired and hungry he was at last, As he sat on the gravel road.. Looked down into his empty brass, Pulled his shroud against the cold..
Feet walked by without a glance, At this poor and hungry soul.. If only he could have one chance, In equity to live and a pen to hold..
Blessed are some of us with wealth, That we may give away charity.. Blessed are we with good health, To help others live in equity..
Equity • Opuss № I