"Hunger and Poverty

"Here come the paths
Bare feet on the ground
The poor who walk alone,
Begging compassion.
Live without bedding, and homeless
In hunger and loneliness:
Ask for a little affection,
Ask for some bread.
Lord, grant that I accepted
My poverty, as it always was.
You do not feel what I have.
Do not regret what could have
lost and astray
and never returned.
Give, Lord, my humility
either as the rain desired
falling meek​​,
long dark night
in a weary land
and an old roof.
There are millions roaming the streets
In the absence of a home to call their own:
The cold night burns the bare skin.
Prisoners of modern slavery;
People who do not know why you were born;
Misery outer, inner loneliness:
Just seeing the pain with no chance of tomorrow
No wait, the more this vain life
Freedom than the last goodbye.
I can, thank you,
my narrow bed,
My poor little things,
my home ground,
stones, boards and reassembled.
And always have a bundle of firewood
under my stove mud,
and light, myself,
The cheerful fire of my house
Oh, God! Are my equal, my fellow!
My ingratitude is so humiliating ...
It could be me!