Begging for modern poetry

Walk out of school after class

Passing by a supermarket on the way to the bus stop

An old man walked across the street

"Young man, you guys You can make money by working.

Your aunt and I live under the xxx bridge.

Give us a few dollars to buy some noodles from this shop.

I really wanted to take him into the store to buy food instead of

giving him money, but in the end I walked away habitually

Less than ten Step

The feeling of guilt, like every similar situation, makes me uneasy

I tried my best to turn around and peek

I longed to see him not to worry about the next one. Strangers said the same thing

I would rather regret and blame myself for turning a blind eye just now

But in the end I found self-comfort

In the beginning, I kept giving money.

I would rather believe that what he told me was a lie

But again and again

The pity and sympathy that I originally felt from the bottom of my heart turned into boredom. and disdain

turned into anger and sadness

I hate my own ruthlessness

How can I be so blind to the suffering in the world

In my heart, I couldn't forgive myself

But when I saw at the subway station

A man with one leg swiped his card to enter the safe passage

He walked to the screen door and took off his clothes. He took off his brand new coat and handed it to a woman with long hair.

Then he put on the clothes that were torn and blackened from being dragged on the ground.

He took out something that could be held on the ground with both hands. When Wooden Board "walked" into the subway alone

The sadness in my heart was frozen to my bones

It turns out that compassion is so fragile and humanitarianism is so dirty and smelly

And on him The Buddhist music "The Great Compassion Mantra" played from the speakers

If people live in such an embarrassing and humble way, parasitic like maggots

Then, the sacredness and significance of the military parade played on the subway mobile TV Spectacular

There are also handrail pull tabs carefully designed by designers with humanistic feelings

What’s the point?

They make all the dignity of existence and The value collapsed in an instant

They told the same kind of people so truly and concretely that living

was slovenly and humble, and ended up with the same destination by different paths