Tell
Laban Erapu
If
you can find him
That
we are not guilty of giving anymore
Used
to seeing the “heap of rags”
With
their begging bowls
We
have learned to see them as us
Like
NGOs finding it difficult to get aid
We
see beyond their made to order agony
There
is hardly an innocent soul out here
They
fleece us by the coin like politicians
We’ve
become the reluctant donor
Desensitized
to peddlers of lies
Karani Kelvin sells insurance and writes poetry on the side. Follow him on Twitter and Facebook .
