Breakfast! Empty dishes, petals
of stone
before the eyes
of those hungry for bread.
Lunch!
trashcans, life trash, trash pain. Invisible existence. Dinner!
sleeping on sidewalks, burned alive,
death of those who have never lived.
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Skilfully portrayed the fate of poor, destitute people.