Published by: Ayanna Jeane Salmorin
Date Published: March 15, 2024
Time Published: 9:02 AM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Poverty
While rich people enjoy their wealth,
I squeezed my eyes at the sun.
With skinny arms and fingers worn,
With no might left,
I shall shed no tears.
The hunger on their stomach,
Burns the emptiness in their heart.
We were barely starting our lives then,
Our dreams and hopes faded into
nothing like the life in your eyes and
the pulse in your wrists.
I have exhausted all my strength,
Just to change this disgusting fate.
The silence at night.
Oppressed the loudness in every
Street childrens empty stomach.
My mind is weak,
Sitting in the corner, I stared at the wall,
With a gurgling stomach pleading to be filled.
With shaking hands asking for some beans,
Oh, how I envy those people above me.
As we reach the hands of the government,
The insults in their eyes speak louder,
than their flowery coating words.
Their sympathetic gazes never help
me to subdue this famine.
IMAGE SOURCE:
Murillo B. (1682). The Young Beggar. https://www.flickr.com/photos/196598260@N08/52537791352/
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