Pity the Messenger of Beggars

"We never saw the cold,

the sheer truth of their mold.

We start to comprehend the words,

so bold,

yet lost,

for the birds.

We ignore the simplicity of truth,

but we hear it's shout echo into void.

Our laughs,

so utterly false,

so deleriously enjoyed.

Inside the chasm so dark,

beyond what we choose to see,

pity the messenger of beggars,

over all we choose to be."

Just remember: we're all human.