The Man With The Branch

I saw a man holding a branch
with a cup stuck at its end
Begging for dignity and change
treated like a wild animal ruined
by the famine and by the mange
I held my breath, like I do
when I slowly squeeze the trigger
to send the first one down range
I stood still, silent, under the rain
Getting soaked, feeling his pain
It felt like I was on a bullet train
Scattered thoughts and images 
flashed vividly before my eyes
as if I was watching the world
and life powerless pass me by