Penny for my Thoughts
Dyl- Verse 1 & 2
Pakaveli- Verse 3 & 4
Desperation burns in Mary's eyes, as she lets go of an unheard cry
She sits on a cobbled street hungry, with a mouth hot and dry
Black pawed hands and scars from a lifetime of poverty
Passers by ignore her broken cries due to their idiocy
"Throw a penny to the beggar”, as she sits in a corner half dead
Day after day slowly fading away, her life is left on a thin thread
Every day half a dollar that constitutes her annual salary,
Perhaps enough to buy a grain of rice and put on half a calorie,
Soon a walking skeleton will be created and slowly evaporated
And her painful journey of hope will come to an end and slated
Her poor soul destroyed and no one to pick up the pieces
As her body rots on a side alley from numerous amount of diseases
Everybody needs somebody to lean on.......
Ruthless people beat her and steal all the money she has left
Leave her black and blue, and have her staring in the eyes of death
She dies with unwanted thoughts as they now fly through her head
Watching her kids die from starvation, wishing god would take her instead
Burying them in a farmers field with a handmade cross and their names
She cried like a weeping widow as she could not hide the shame,
Of not being able to give her children the complete benefits of life
They had not one penny in their pockets to help them stay alive
But who was there to help her, with the nasty up hill struggle?
Who was there when her children died, to comfort her troubles?
Nobody, as she is left in peace and never to be found
Where her body fades ever deeper into the warm soft ground
Help The Unfortunate....
Withered water stones provide water to the neglected needy
Gangling appearance of shackling bones & eyes all beady
The lime scale clouds enter the pitiful throngs of thirsty throats
Whilst the wealthy pour wealth, buy properties and greedily gloat
The negligence of a few resulted in the majority impoverished state
The immortal unseen apartheid represents the modern segregate
Animate the motion image of a child whose belly is filled with pain
Captured images made to entertain the incipient masses who attain
The fruit to quench their thirst, whilst the children of the land go bland
Grand jury convicts them of becoming a black blot on the clean stand
Walk away hand in hand from the crime scene, please empathize
Realise that whom you ignore are the result of the materialistic lies
“Don’t change the world, change your views”
Peace in the world is only possible by having peace in the streets
Bodily heat is the method of warmth, penny for the poor is a big feat
The snow sheets the grit blanketed pavements and chills their bones
They watch through rags whilst the pious policeman drags the clones
Carbon images of each other in our eyes they are the one the same
Lame and pathetic wanted us to sympathise for their personal gain
So we deplore the poor ignore their chores to stay alive everyday
“Hey Mom there’s a poor man” “John forget it, don’t look that way”