Visiting a park, I saw a few people in rags. They were reduced to bones and I was told by a kid to “avoid them.”
It was a nice warm summer sunny day. I made my distance and was watching these two. They were old and in bad shape. I didn’t see any harm coming from them, although it is labelled that they are drug abusers and bad people and we should not interact with them.
These people were young. They might have fallen in love too, married, had kids and somehow life puts them in the wrong place. What is the real face of humanity?
What, as a society, are we all doing about it? What do those God-fearing people out there think about them?
Do they dream? If yes, what would their dreams be?
Perhaps food, perhaps they remember those loved ones who were once part of their lives and they were part of theirs. Do they dream about their homes and where they lived?
Is money the only criteria of the modern world? Maybe, but what as human beings are we passing on to our next generations? Hatred and avoiding poor is not what we were told. What I was told by my mother was compassion and helping people in distress because she used to say, “Good and bad times come on everyone,; all are Children of God.”
This is strange, how easily we let them slip into darkness, into a void and turn our backs. It’s strange that we label all of them bad people, junkies and keep ourselves away from them. I am of the view that we should do something to help them. Let’s not leave humanity outside our homes. Let’s not leave humanity in parks, hungry, wet and cold, looking at the sky, hoping and dreaming about some miracle.