For Richer For Poorer' Poem by Noorie Ali

diving isn't the road to death
nor is-it a road to better health'

some of us think
wealth is thi answer to all the misery
I am sorry but this is silly mockery

if life was limited to rations
nobody will seek passions

each of us would be feeding of
potatoes and mild tomatoes

most of us have stashes
of material
in reality everything clashes
& will burn into ashes

think of those persons
that feel hunger
some starving
craving down under

others saving the chills for a real meal
for some child it is slavery'
working out of bravery

yet we whine over things
we don't need
we try & try until endlessly we success

willing to impress
too much stupid stress
competition upon
recognition
killing for this vision'

we lose touch '

sorry if this is seeming
harsh
but this is mere greed
& money is like an infectious rash
spreading all over as weird decease

a contagious gold allergy

think of those who
dye before a dream
& float below a river stream

wasting energy for
clean water

mean while we choose to slaughter
the essence of appreciation
instead we turn simplicity
into complication

braking brick Walls
demolishing
then polishing & buying
what we've already bought

not giving any thought

think of those whom
smile with nothing on there side

although they hide their pain
we all know they the drench the rain
from each corner from each eye'

all we do is pry
trespassing in anthers blue sky
looking up to see if their reaching high'


how can others just
watch them cry?

why not let go of this worldly
life and give a turn to those for a basic
prices

why don't we let them rise for
a second'
why don't we prioritize?