Take a look at that small skinny boy,
With withered clothes and a wry smile,
Finding solace a midst garbage, a sliver of joy,
Running and falling on that dry waste pile
Take a look at that old hideous lady,
Begging to manage at least one meal a day,
She has a dusty complexion, but a bit shady,
Carrying her half dead baby along the way.
Take a look at that ruined abandoned house,
Caressing its way through the shrubs and vines,
Now, a home to insects, snakes and a mouse,
Time and tide have slowly taken away its shines.
Take a look, brother, take a look now,
Seep into the flow of life around,
Listen to your fate and take a solemn vow,
Get lost into the wind and later be found.