THE SPECIAL PEOPLE

Helping the needy is our pior objective

Funny as they look, rough as they are
They are still humam,
We chase them away,
Never to think who bore them.

Leave them alone to die by the road side,
Without any regret in our heart,
Only for them to be a pray in the hands of the wicked,
My heart lament and cry for this special ones.
No hope of who will support my quest.

If we listen to them,
We will understand their plight,
Trying to explain how their normal life was,
They have no care with little hope.

Deserted their homes,
Just like someone on exile,
I dn't blame my people,
Fear is what looms in their heart.

Most causes are the handiwork of ourselves,
Bringing the odds upon us,
This special ones are well known,
You will know the true ones if you listen.

The disable,blind,dump,deaf,
The mad one Hmm!!!!
They have breathe.

What can i do ?
The special ones

Reviews

[Jess]

Verryy good. Excellent subject to write upon