Father Gone, Mama And Kids Now Suffer - Poem by Simon Quperlier
The boys in tattered clothes huddle in streets like bees
So primitive and uncivilized they don't even know what an iPhone is
Looking famished hands stretched and standing on their knees
Unfolded palms begging from the men in suits and ladies in heels
Hoping the heavenly grace may fall on them so they can find bliss
Their mama at home suckling the young kids
With their dark flopping breasts which produce milk like beads
The father is dead the uncles are nowhere, who is responsible for the needs?
So she sends the small boys to the streets where poverty recedes
They get the few collected coins and buy flour which their mama make the dough she kneads
These kids with their mama don't know about education
They never go to school or work so everyday is a vacation
Bitterness engulfing their lives and can never avoid depression
Inbred insanity and malnutrition because of diet ration
It's miserable to watch such beautiful beings suffer in frustration
Why can't me and you reach out for them, or all of us as a nation?
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