The poor man's plight

He sits on the corner of the street
wearing ragged clothes and nothing on his feet
Not a penny in his pocket means nothing to eat
scornful stares from everyone he happens to meet

Always unsure of his daily bread
neither has he a place to rest his weary head
so on the sidewalk he makes his nightly bed
in society's eyes he may as well be dead

but he's not alone in the ongoing fight
there are many who share the poor man's plight
they scavenge through the streets day and night
the rich man's trash is the poor man's delight

victims of circumstances we do not know
upper class, middle class, they are way down below
rejected and neglected they have no place to go
this could have been you fortunately it isn't so

can we comprehend their state of despair?
so much hustle and bustle there's no time to care
some have too much but what about the poor man's share
looking at it carefully, life can be so unfair

consider the poor man's suffering and pain
the unwanted link in the human chain
though he tries over and over again
society's respect he can never regain

everywhere he goes it's all the same
nowhere he can hide from his lifelong shame
acknowledged only for his worthless fame
for the poor man's plight who is to blame?

who will protect him from the blistering cold?
from the mighty oppressors, the strong and the bold
individual right can never be bought nor sold
the truth about the poor man's plight must be told