Her grubby hands intrude on my haven
As she fervently taps the glass
I stare into the driver’s baldness
Pretending not to notice her desperation
The red light persists, the taxi complies
I rationalise- shall I then appease my self
Or shall I never support beggary (need)?
My education wins, the lights are green
And the petrol fumes mock her hunger.
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