Begging in my country has taken an alarming situation. I just decided to write on one I have observed closely
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Each passing day,
he curles in pains
sitting on dirty pavements,
dishevelled, impoverished.

He has neither a brother
nor a sister who cares.
He has no ambitions,
He has no tomorrow:
pity the street beggar.

Just the other day,
a deep urge of grieve
arose deep inside me
when he's remembered.

The side walk;
his dwelling place,
begging his vocation
he's abandoned.

He has no future,
he makes no choice,
he's helpless:
Pity the street beggar.

(c) Emeka Chike Nwogu~April, 2005.