Forsaken Pearls

Somewhere there is pain and suffering on streets naked and forlorn,

A tear-streaked bare child with his delicate soles on blistering pavement all worn, 

His puny hands extended for alms shames a whole lot of us men born,

We are benumbed and meanwhile

Deserving to get scorned...

How in heavens we can call ourselves humane?

When some of us weep famished and some perish in pain ...