Just Think! A zillion urchins
Perambulating Kitwe streets
To pick up scraps of beef and sausage from dustbins
When the rich with full bellies indulge in tweets
As though nothing untoward a few kilometers
From their massive mansions
Was unfolding with jitters
For unblanketed, unclothed, unloved, uncared for bastions and legions
Of the vulnerable and the voiceless
The unforgotten whose fate
Registers nowhere because merciless
Attitudes care for a debate
About inane non-issues
Whose only value lies in ego-tripping
Pushed past prudence in favour of tissues
Discarded in dustbins of souls with no iota of feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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