Sufferings of the poor

My tears are no answer,

To the pains that you have suffered,

So large is the world,

And so large is its suffering.

From your deep eyes,

I can fathom your hunger,

The slow churn of losing hope,

And the dark embers of growing despair.

I have been a miser,

Throwing away money at your face,

Hoping your illusion will go away,

Hoping I have done my duty.

It is my love that you seek, not money,

A hope of a future is what you really want,

Alas, I’m going on the path that many before me have tread on,

To keep my eyes shut and blame it on fate.