The Beggar

What is it that you want from me, sir? 

Have you not been told, or have you not heard? 

Is it alcohol over industriousness, all of you prefer? 

Tell me, who created this theater of the absurd? 

What is it that you are looking for, sir? 

Did you walk many a mile to get here at dawn? 

Is it fulfilling to relentlessly stand her​e and yawn? 

And when the night comes, will you be gone? 

What is it that you do not understand, sir? 

​"​By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread", ​Genesis speaks

For the burdens of life leave the strong and the weak  

Or is it poverty that you always truly seek?

I think now, I too understand, sir 

That while holding out your two sunburnt hands

Begging for everyone else's hard-earned rands 

You helped destroy South Africa, our decrepit land.