How Cruel is Poverty

At the Corner of a street
Opening into a road,
There slept a man,
With no clothes on his body.

Poverty crept over his face
Hunger cried from his stomach
Nothing annoyed his deep sleep,
Not even his bare body.

He woke sometime later
And leaned over a door
Not considering his nudity
And started to beg for food

I gave him clothes to wear
He refused & asked for food
He cared for nothing but food
How Cruel is Poverty!.