Suffering In the Midst of Plenty
Like an ant inside
honey,hungry!
How can this be?
For this I frown.
Where there is
abundant wheat
many people go to bed
without bread,
~this I frown.
the soil is fertile and
rich,
yet,food and farm
products are elusive,
~this I frown.
I frown at gluttons
enriching their bellies
with resources meant
for all,
usurping power from
the weak,
This is a familiar
quagmire.
Babies crying for
mothers`s milk
mother`s milk is dry for
mummy is on
compulsory fasting,
~this I frown.
Vibrant youths become
useless,
No cold water to quench
their thirst,
No admission;No
Job;this I detest.
The Rock oozes out
dark golden liquid,
which is sought by
many nations,
but the rock owners
are famished,
For this! I frown.
Honours were bestowed
on 'Dubious' and Honest
leaders,
for mismanagement and
indiscipline,
~this I frown.
I have headache and
high fever,
As my heart tinged and
tinged deeply with
sorrow,
As many swim in
poverty in the midst of
plenty,
~this I frown.
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