A famished, ill-clad beggar stands br Amidst some barking dogs! br All searching through the garbage-dump br For left-over food, fast; br Each taking turns at emptying, br The things inedible; br Their hunger-pangs can drive them mad; br Will Dame Luck smile on them? br br His eyes keep straining just for food, br On plantain-leaves by luck; br The scorching sun can’t bother him, br Nor can the stench within; br His pangs of hunger goads him on br To lick the residue; br His face keeps smiling when he sees, br A morsel of cooked grain! br br The dogs are happy biting bones, br Though meat, they never meet; br He’s back to work upon the pile br And sorts the rocks from leaves; br There’s silence excepting the noise br Of scrambling for food found; br The garbage-dump’s a blessed spot, br Where man and beast share food!br br Dr John Celesbr br