Silhouette of Poverty

Its silhouette is not quite clear His eye balls look bigger than the socket, The skin wrinkled like unkempt octogenarian, Malnutrition is a perpetual visitor, Ribs conspicuously bent and can be counted; Head covered by thin skin making it shapeless; The wind blows and becomes a foe to his face, Different thoughts compete for relevance in his mind; As his shoe coughs out sand, And he walks like a drunkard possessed by strong liquor, liquid that he can't afford. Is he a man or walking corpse? No strength in her as her blood lacks enough oxygen, Her cloth has holes like natural lace, Breast is dry without milk to feed the child, She staggers as she lifted herself from the old mat, The floor is cold and nasty to the feet, Teeth is brown without toothpaste, Stomach grumbles and cries for help, As the contours of her body become blur. 9-14-2017