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Weeps of the Underprivileged
My heart stops pumping
As though it suffered a puncture
I feel the earth quaking
Resulting from neighing sounds,
Sobbing voices completing
The backup
Tracing the tracks of the choir,
An upsetting scene disables my sight
Suddenly I'm drowning
in soapy-sour waters of the poor
Pouring from their eyes
Turning my smile's up side down
Then I looked upon their wet faces,
It was a challenging thing
To perceive the cracked,
Dry lips signalizing hunger,
Their unwrapped bodies
Longing for clothing, with nowhere to go
I felt myself not solution enough,
But as I thought of other pieces,
I saw the puzzle completed
Together we bounced,
And simultaneously we laughed
It was time to weep no more
It was time to enjoy evermore
I saw no more families,
But I perceived one big family
For as though a compound,
We were chemically combined
Forming one solid rock
Estopping emotions of the underprivileged
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Moses Gava
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