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Oh why do the poor complain, my little girl asked of me,

let us go and ask I said, and let the poor explain…

So we walked the frozen streets, looking for the poor souls,

we were wrapped from head to feet, yet we still felt the cold…

We met an old skinny man, his hair were few and white,

had frozen gloves on his hands, as it was a freezing snowy night…

Asked him why he’s out tonight, instead of home by the fire,

said he has no firelight,  nor any home to retire…

Met a child with no shoes, begging in the cold,

she said its nothing new, I just do what I’am told…

Her poor father was at home, laying sick and alone,

she had left her warm bed, to go and beg for bread…

We saw a woman sitting there, on the pavement she did rest,

had alittle one in her care, and a baby at her breast…

Said she’e been here for a while, the cold wind gave her a chill, 

begging for food for her child,  the baby was having its fill…

Her husband left her for another, left her in a destitute way,

with two children and as a solo mother, have to beg night and day…

Sighted a girl in a loose dress, a sad look in her eye,

she looked to be in a mess, stopping men as they walked by…

Asked why she choose this course, instead of something pure, 

why live a life of no remorse, her simple answer she’s poor…

My little girl shook my hand, and said now she understands,

why theres suffering and the poor complain, there’s no love in the land…