Author: Odenir Ferro
The beggar no longer suffers ...
Because he is already doomed.
The society, which condemned it,
You respect him now, that's why.
Your pain no longer interests you.
Consequently, it becomes
Respected, in pain.
Of a lonely defeated.
In the eyes of mankind,
He is just a simple humble
Before the eyes of God,
He is just an extra human being.
Infinitely loved for being part of creation!
But he is one among more,
To be massacred.
In this bloody and disgusting machine,
Who knows how to undo very well,
Of what does not suit you, although probable.
The human being.
Because the good customs,
Love is inconsequential.
The robes are dirty.
Because it carries within itself
The heavy burden of poverty
Generated by the rejects of the nobility.