Pity, when you tore my heart <br />I saw the world through different eyes <br />I saw the leper and the beggar and the lies <br /> <br />I saw the wounded, the sick and the homeless <br />I imagined sleeping in the rain <br />I imagined all my wordly possessions in a bag <br /> <br />I saw the tramps under the bridges <br />The tribes of beggars, the silent old <br />The solitude of millions tramping from work <br />Who had nobody to talk to <br /> <br />I remembered those who lost their jobs <br />And the thousands who lost their homes <br />I remembered those who had nothing to lose, <br />Who had nothing to lose <br />Never had anything to lose, nothing, never. <br /> <br />Pity I looked at the world through different eyes <br />Thinking about my good fortune and luck <br />Until, until one day I realised I could be pitied <br />By the poorest who lived in a shack <br /> <br />Seeing my restlessness and anguish <br />Even when things were going well <br />My selfish world, peopled with myself <br />Pity in poor people's eyes <br />My world, my ambitions and my disguise. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pity-when-you-tore-my-heart/
