The world has stolen away the childhood from me. I live to survive and not to play. Every twinge that has dwelt within me is seen through my eyes. These eyes knew of shallow bliss and profound pain. These eyes have seen plethora of photographs of despair. These eyes see no hope of a future. I lived in a world where dreams are hard to chase because even merely dreaming is a grave taboo. Sometimes, I ask: “Why are these things happening to me?” But no one answers. No one even cares to listen. I am nothing. I am no one― just a nuisance of the globe you take part in… a mistake that God had probably committed. I only have these bare feet and empty hands. And fate had given me a despondent life. The songs I sing may sound futile but those symphonies convey the tale of my existence. I beg not only of your possessions; I beg more of your attention. I beg for an answer to my question. I have got rivers of tears but those do not satisfy my insatiable thirst. I am fed of insults and stares and I reckon when my days shall end. In this life embraced of uncertainty and obscurity, the sun may have forgotten to take its place. In this eternal mayhem where I’m caught in, when I shall be free―time can only tell. I stand here and speak these words even if I was not taught how to. I stand here in front of you even if you do not want me to. Underneath these filthy clothes and dirty face still lies a child―a son not granted of an affluent family and a large mansion―a poor creation that teeters in the brink of demise and survival. I quest where in this colossal universe my place will be if I remain unseen and unheard. I wonder who had pressed the mute button. Till then, I would be spending all my Christmases along the streets and watch the lights change color after color. Till then, I would be bringing my empty can and wait for someone to drop even a candy. Till then, I would be a child chasing after my childhood and wondering how it feels to be one. Till then, I would be living the same old life my parents used to live―where hunger was ineffaceable and happiness was next to impossible. In the streets I will lie softly, waiting for Him to take me away.
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8 years ago in #steemit by eliseuy (54)
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Deep.., the world is a madhouse, society is a disasterous falsehood contrived in madness by the ego's of control freaks.., in a Free world none would be without a home, freedom breeds prosperity , while tyranny breeds death and poverty.., when if ever will mankind relinquish the foolish desire to control others, We've got a world obesity problem, fattest ego's I ever seen... they feed them well, while innocence and truth feeds on table scraps...
31When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory: 32And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: 33And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.
34Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: 35For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: 36Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. 37Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink? 38When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? 39Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee? 40And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
41Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels: 42For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: 43I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not. 44Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee? 45Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me. 46And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.