Beggars: A poem

Does life teach us the meaning of what is worth 

When integrity and morality are hopelessly in dearth 

It is time to question our stereotyped values 

About what enervates us and what sinews 

We need to introspect on why evil reigns 

Why there are triumphant sinners and defeated saints 

How easy it is for the one who nonchalantly deigns 

And seeks our favours, while of goodness feigns 

Lest it be that our judgement is an abject failure 

When the reality manifests the price of allure 

That we who innocently dream, have to pay 

For treading the misled path in hope of a brighter day 

Remember the one of you, on the street, who begs 

Is only humbly seeking for his daily breads 

The real beggar is the one who shamelessly wangles 

And deceives the world in his avaricious tangles