Life's Riches
Soft breeze blowing strong within a strange faraway land

Lonely woman with child, dust coated, clasps her hands

Sitting silently on dirt covered brick as humans run pass

Life it seems is too commonly always separated by class

Close by an empty tarnished cup, her smile has long faded

Dark, the poverty of her body covered in rags, with hatred

Naked child smiling with innocence of peace deep within

Not yet knowing the evil of people that hastily removes a grin

Tears slowly trace through from the corner of her lovely eyes

Flowing softly forming mud which is mixed with landing flies

Staring at passersby, her heart hardened in stone by the years

Child laughing, starving, has not encountered the terrible fears

Hoping, she is, for enough money given to buy only some food

No alcohol involved with this one you see, yet others are rude

Poor, desolate, falling, failing, trying to escape to make sense

Everyday the same thing, every year that goes by begging for cents
Forty Baht (one dollar) enough to buy bread and water for the day
Yet each person passes not caring, not looking, walking quickly away
No end in sight of everlasting misery you see, for us humans began
Poverty, divided by class, causing the collapse nearing the end.