Beggars of Mexico

 

 

Beraggled fur covers a thin body

Counting ribs is mere child's play

The head is grossly disproportioned

Not stunted by the lack of food

The head grows while the body withers

Neck muscles strain under the burden

 

It looks up with piteous eyes

Making hearts ache to help

There are thousands of cats

All across Mexico and beyond

Merida is not solely blessed with these graceless beggars

 

Conciouses demand a compromise

And tidbits subtley grace the ground

To become ensconced like diamonds

In too hollow stomachs

 

Another beggar sees the kindness

Aproaching with the same piteous eyes

Ribs are hidden away from sight

And worn wool replaces beraggled fur

 

Iron now guards hearts

Cold eyes apraise dirty hands

Held in demanding supplication

Shoulders are shrugged, innocence feigned

It's a lie, and we all know this

 

Must people walk on all fours

To win the same kindness

Who are we to play petty gods

To dispense favors on a whim

While they debase themselves to us

They are far more human

Than we will ever be