THE SILENT PLEA

Bethel Ineke
@bethelineke908201
1 year ago

In a world where poverty's grip is tight,
A poor man kneels, his soul drained of light.
His desperate plea, like a whisper in the dark,
He humbly begs, seeking a helping spark.

Before him stands a rich man, in opulent attire,
His heart, guarded by walls built up higher.
His eyes, cold and distant, devoid of empathy,
Refusing to see the pain that's plain to see.

The poor man's eyes well up, his voice humble and meek,
His words, a plea, his dignity, a creek.
He asks for compassion, a chance to survive,
To break free from the chains that bind him alive.

But the rich man scoffs, and turns a blind eye,
Fearful, perhaps, of what his wealth may signify.
He sees himself as superior, immune to despair,
To him, the poor man's plea is just mere air.

The tears stream down the poor man's face,
As hope diminishes, leaving an empty space.
He wonders if kindness exists anymore,
Or if it's confined to stories of folklore.

Yet, amidst the indifference that surrounds,
A glimmer of light in the darkness rebounds.
The poor man finds strength within his own plight,
To rise, face the hardships and reclaim his right.

For he realizes, true wealth lies not in gold,
But in compassion and kindness, stories untold.
And though the rich man faltered in his greed,
The poor man found resilience, a soul freed.

So let this be a reminder, for hearts hardened and cold,
That the power to uplift lies within our own hold.
No wealth or riches can replace empathy's art,
To help those in need and mend broken hearts.