Some have detached roofs over their heads
Some have broken bricks to cover their homes.
And Some are moving about in disarray,
Just like the life they live in,
And that, a masterpiece display of the lives they live
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From Sun rise to sun down,
Children rattle their parents for food
From Morning to night,
Back and feet are tied in the forest
And yet, harvest season blinks just like a beaming headlight.
And that, A symbolic view of their everyday lives
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At nights, Filthy streets they lay
In the morning, terrible conditions they stay,
All just to make a way.
And yet, they hustle in disarray,
With signs of progress far away.
And that, the reality of their humanity.
At nights, Filthy streets they lay In the morning, terrible conditions they stay, All just to make a way. yet they are on their way of progress. their humanity is so valuable.......... your love for the suffering people is marvelous dear poet....... tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy to send u a comment and gave u a big 10. Would u read my poem “if you die before me”or “ I am your baby mum” If you have time would you comment and vote. Voting is important. thank you. tony God bless you.