to the underprivileged
Dead with the absence of sound
Silence slithers internally
Caring for the dried conscience
And continuous denial in starvation
The morn's appetite disregards
The ambience of nature's bounty
Instilling the chequered awareness
Of receipt of lifeless bitter morsels
That weaken the discord right from the start
Toward the dragging phase of enmeshed enmity
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