A dwelling place no where to escape,
No love arise but corruption and hate.
The shadow of injustice, hunger and crime;
Then unemployment every individual mime.
Get out in this prison were loosing time,
To dance with tune of life in rhyme.
Curse chain of poverty evil works;
Indigent, beggars, street people spread in outskirts.
Living in poverty many grieve and frustrate;
To be born rich or poor is God's plan and fate,
Tuesday, September 24, 2013