The sweltering heat keeps me indoors
comfortable in an AC room
But when I peep out through the window
It unfurls
life's gloom.
Withered old men and women,
poor hungry children
moving busily like ants
for their daily work.
For them the heat or cold
has no meaning in their lives
it's today they must work
or tomorrow they may die.
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