Tears And Snears Poem by Timothy muggaga

They cry,
because they cannot afford a smile
They shiver,
because they have no home to dwell
They breakdown,
because they toil for their leaders
They mourn because joy is only hope
but still they hope
because hope is a reality to the wise
but tears of the wretched will rain soon

They smile,
because tears are so cheap
They puff smoke,
because their bellies are warm
They only plan
to rob the poor man's pearl.
They rejoice
because their hope is in the present
They can never wait
because they have no tomorrow
sneers of the wicked will remain