Like Pigs

like pigs I may not have home But I welcome All those who are well off And continue to cut jokes and make laugh To some extent Some of the reports Really prove true to the level That poor are forced to eat stale food Why do we see with hateful eyes? Whenever we give Something in kind We shall find an answer People hurl abuses And refuse To offer some food We can certainly understand their grudge Some beggars return home They have family to welcome But some have nothing to claim But they have no aim to acquire But we can't allow them to live like pigs They work hard to earn from rugs They have virtually no life to show It is our responsibility to grow their desire