Emotions Run Amok

I walked into the narrow alleys

bordered each side with shanties

Overpowering stench of faeces

Assailed my nostrils, offended senses

Inexplicable pain hit my chest

Seeing emaciated kids with no vests

Curiosity piqued, looked inside

What met my eyes took me by surprise

No bricks, no cement, just sheets of tin

Made up the walls, covered with tarpaulin

Wondered how they survived each season

Heat, rain, winters without woollens

Felt anger, well up from within

At the inhuman conditions they live in

Reported findings to a relief organisation

They responded, succeeded in my mission

Glad had walked those alleys narrow

How else would I have felt their sorrow