What do Beggars Believe?
When they sleep
The only possessions they keep
Are the content of their dreams
Do they believe in the foundations
Of a society of nations
In the consciousness stream
Tell me what do Beggars dream?
Do they dream of a land
Where they’re called a Human
Not judged by their ability to work or have
use
Where they’ve not gone beserk nor are shown
such abuse
Tell me does a Beggar believe
That the answer lies in bottle
And when they’re on a drunk
Are all their hopes sunk
Or are they free in their dreams
Like a stick in a stream
To float away from their junk
Tell me how must a beggar become real?
Is he a mystery, lost like the stars
In the sea
Is his the life of a Tramp
An envelope with no address
A letter but no Stamp
And does he still have some hope?
Or to some dark sin must he confess
And is his Sin any worse than our own
Is it more or is it less?
What deserves he of his present situation
Are past and future, just out of his creation?
How will the Music score end
Will he find a friend
Or sound his Bum note
