To steal

No one will see it
No one will know
It will not be missed
But still

I take to live
I need to eat too
I steal from the unworthy
Now the question is who

You see us on the streets
Beggars, orphans
We are starving
And we want to live

The people, walking
Down the street
Not really caring
About anyone they see

They are selfish
And so our I
Although there are other ways
I take untill I die


It's a sad life
Wronging to try and right