For silence, fancy dreams.
this what hunger does, illuminates
dares not recall compassion, care or lenity
the life of poverty, caters lives assumption
Hi? the uprise divulges one more pandemic
a regular case of filthy, upper-class wealthy.
lockdown, children on fruitless bellies.
Where are the paramedics to assist?
Stomach rumbling dry, along plenty
no equity, asset & miles from home
DEAR Lord! got no plan of action
disturbing is the nature which hunger creeps in
solid idealism, reliance worship, times like these
tears shed up, the silence gets louder & louder
mans faith, all evidently forgetful
upon the history, travelled from birth
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