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Poetry dedicated to Islam and the Ahlul Bayt (household Of the last Prophet of mankind)All poems written by Abu Shahbaaz Londoni , poems are copyrighted and maybe used in the promotion of Islam, however all printed material must contain the source or acknowledge the writer unless agreed by prior permission
The cruel me
I heard the voice of a boy saying help me please
Begging and begging down on his knees
I put my hand in my pocket and felt my Mercedes keys
Gave him a dollar thinking thats todays good deed
I have given to someone someone in need
What did I do, oh no, did I give what is due
Lying to myself trying to hide what is true
Am I really so cruel
Sparing less than what my car costs to fuel
This test just passed me which I did not pass
This of my deed could be my very last
What if death was to take me what would I say in my six foot abode
For my car money I borrowed
But for this kid the same desires I could not follow
Deep inside now I am so empty so hollow
My selfishness in my grave has finally brought me so much sorrow.
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