Pity, when you tore my heart
I saw the world through different eyes
I saw the leper and the beggar and the lies
I saw the wounded, the sick and the homeless
I imagined sleeping in the rain
I imagined all my wordly possessions in a bag
I saw the tramps under the bridges
The tribes of beggars, the silent old
The solitude of millions tramping from work
Who had nobody to talk to
I remembered those who lost their jobs
And the thousands who lost their homes
I remembered those who had nothing to lose,
Who had nothing to lose
Never had anything to lose, nothing, never.
Pity I looked at the world through different eyes
Thinking about my good fortune and luck
Until, until one day I realised I could be pitied
By the poorest who lived in a shack
Seeing my restlessness and anguish
Even when things were going well
My selfish world, peopled with myself
Pity in poor people's eyes
My world, my ambitions and my disguise.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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