<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365888" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Beggar of Wu Ma Jie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He’s laid his head on a Chinese street<br>There’s nothing of dignity here, <br>He’s bared his soul in a plastic bowl<br>For the rest of the world to jeer, <br>His clothes are ragged, his body is torn<br>With a million kinds of sin, <br>The sort that everyone walking past<br>Holds close; hides under the skin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lies in dirt on a filthy rag<br>To keep the cold from his bones, <br>And never utters a word to beg, <br>Though often he cries, or groans, <br>His face is one with the living earth<br>As he rests his head on the ground, <br>He’s soaked by the chilling winter rains<br>And washed by the summer storms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His bowl holds only a few yuan<br>That those with a humble heart<br>Might dropp in shame, then hurry away<br>From a life that’s fallen apart; <br>There’s no compassion in passing eyes<br>Just the hint of a prideful sneer, <br>That damns us all to the final fall<br>As we taste of his deep despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Lord, or Buddha, in heat or cold<br>You lie in his wretched form, <br>To feel the toll of a human soul<br>Who’s lost to his wife and home; <br>A man walks tall in the morning sun<br>Is crippled by those held dear, <br>Then falls to earth, is there no repair<br>For the beggar of Wu Ma Jie? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 December 2006</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365888" data-title="The Beggar of Wu Ma Jie de David Lewis Paget" data-description="He’s laid his head on a Chinese street There’s nothing of dignity here, He’s bared his soul in a plastic bowl For the rest of the world to jeer, His clothes are ragged, his body is torn With a million kinds of sin, The sort that everyone ..."></div> </div> </div>

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