TEACH ME TO FISH

The voice of the poor
craving to be heard .
from the dept of great despair,
he pours out his heart.
Give me little sugar for my tea.
I don't want no cake
unless I be unwise and fake.
I want to earn my take,
that I may some impact in life do make.
I pray for you to hear my plea,
kindly make a poor brother glee.
I don't want no cake,
Just a little sugar for my tea
is all i ask with a plea.
Life is more than eyes can see,
likewise is tomorrow a mystery.
You never know what may eventually come to be.
Whether riches or poverty
it dawns unannounced a reality.
I am just a hungry man,
who wants no to be angry.
I just need little sugar for my tea.
I don't want no cake,
all I need is a break,
'cause my life is here at stake.
Teach me to fish!
Teach me to fish!!
and not your occasional gift of fish.
I don't want to be a leach
parasitically feeding by the day each .
Neither am i a man whose aim is to beggarly seek.
I want to earn my take,
with efforts I make.
Equip a brother for heaven sake,
and see the difference it will make.
Teach me to fish ,
not your pauperising gifts of fish.
I don't want no piece of cake,
I want to learn to fish,
that I may eventually come even to break.
Fending for family
and giving to charity .
Of what essence is humanity,
lacking symbiotic propensity?
Teach me to fish,
that I may grow to earn my daily bread
and roof over my head.