Look He's A Beggar

Sitting on the nook, the roughs of the road

Bears an attire, dusty rags, torn robes

Once they were glossy, washed in petrol

Now looks aghast, spooky than a troll

Life undefined, death certain to trigger

He begs for alms, Look He’s a beggar

Once he was rich, a man among Lords

Infamy Now withdrawn, he sleeps In the yards

Unholy were his traits for refused to give

Today, yearning to be given, gorging garbage to live

Punished by the gods, he kept a selfish ledger

He Begs for alms! Look he’s a beggar

He ate roast lamb, Now seeks stale bread

Kicked the lowly hard, Now takes looks he would dread

In spite of his plight I feel his lasting pain

Lost in despair, belly, back, one plane

May god forgive thy soul, spare thee to nature

He begs for alms, Look he’s a beggar

Look He's Blind

A stick in his hands, finding his path

His life in darkness, adapted to its wrath

There is no hope left, in pupils burnt

Moisture has dried, iris bears a shunt

All crevices to him are selfishly unkind

There he walks alone, Look he’s blind

Once he fought wars, and saved many lives

Respected among fellows, radiated power vibes

There was one battle more, he was yearned upon to win

A scar but he incurred, a reimbursement for his sin

Jeered along on the roads, he cannot fight but grind

His teeth in vain, frets in pain, Look He’s blind

He tries to weep, his soul so torn

Tears bereaved long ago, he tries in vain, so worn

For the glories he thought were acts of vendetta

He was punished from above from crossing all moral mete

He drinks alone, drinks to death, regrets his life rewind

Life gone blind, Soul gone blind…. Look he’s blind