Why can't I ever have peace? <br />Or be happy? <br />I have given away almost all I have. <br />Sometimes when this heart grows weak <br />And my conscience strong, <br />And I cannot sustain its repeated demand, <br />I am tempted even to give away <br />What I have left, locked away. <br />Will it satisfy the insatiable hunger <br />Of those who are always pestering my conscience. <br />Will it give me peace? <br />Will it make me happy? <br />Shall I see a world <br />Where man has not stooped so low? <br />With nothing left to feed myself, <br />Having given everything away <br />I will have to fit a begging bowl <br />Out for myself. <br />Who is genuine, <br />And who is fake <br />The line is very thin between. <br />In this complicated world the old conscience <br />Is dying an untimely death! <br /> God’s names and hypocrisy have become close comrades in business. <br />And charity another name for living shamelessly off another’s sweat and labour.<br /><br />Mohabeer Beeharry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-begging-bowl/
