Poor boy – a declamation piece

Look at me!!! I am part of the masses… the facet of society that so many push… Why do they never stop to think… that I am human too… that I feel like them too? …Why can’t you answer me? You must have something in mind… Why don’t you answer me? I know you must have something in mind… Where is your sense of morality? They stomped on me like trash… I never did anything wrong to them!!! Was it a sin that I committed when I came into this world as a poor child? A poor boy… yes, that’s what I am… A state of being I didn’t even choose in the first place. Was it a sin that I committed, being born like this? Now tell me!!! Did you ever have the right to choose your status in life when you were born? Think!!! Before you condemn me… Do I ever have a choice?

I am deprived of all opportunities in life… People look down on me as someone who is too dirty… too stinky… too poor… but I have a heart… Yes! I have a heart of gold… Because every coin I get from begging helps my little brothers survive. The money I earn is very useful to feed my family… And you? How do you feed your family??? Are you 100% sure that you work decent enough to earn more? Are you sure that the money you earned did not come from a dirty strategy that other corrupt politicians used to gain power? Can you honestly look your child straight in the eye with sincerity and a clear conscience? Has he ever been aware that the money he uses to feed his family is the result of his hard work and decent work that he can always be proud of? WHY DID YOU SUDDENLY BE SO SILENT??? WHAT’S ON YOUR MIND NOW? Tell me!!! Let’s go tell me!!!

Hey!!! You have good clothes, you never experienced sleeping homeless, you eat good food, you enjoy the comforts of life… But, somewhere deep in your mind, your conscience haunts you… Yes… you will never sleep well.. Inside your subconscious mind, your guilty conscience still haunts you, constantly reminding you of your wicked ways… Wow… And you still think you’re clean?

Outside, you smell fresh and clean, but deep down in your soul… I know you stink… Oh… I think that kind of smell goes right through your body… Yeah, your soul is meant to burn in the heat! hell! !! And look at me! I’m just a poor child… I honestly beg for mercy from people like you, to feed my brothers and sisters… to survive, but I never gave up on anyone. I never stole from anyone or used anyone to improve our lives… I can sleep well… and you??? With a kind conscience like that, well, I don’t think so. You will never sleep well… you have no right to sleep with a sound mind and a light heart…