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Infamy Now withdrawn, he sleeps In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
