There is not any good use of
Spoons, forks, and knives
As long as food is not there...
Starvations, famines, and hungers
Meet together to terminate
That nominal humanity among us!
Some people starve to death
Due to crimes that are committed
Here and there
Without any clear punishment
To those who are behind them
Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere...
When life turns hard,
It means everything turns towards
What is totally and clearly
Bad, mean, and even catastrophic...
Spoons, forks, and knives become
Useless when there are any hunger
That affect some human spots...
Without enough quatities of foods, then
The whole world turns gloomy and even
All human beings get afected clearly...
Ugly wars, bad infightings, and bad traders
Are always behind those clear hungers
That take innocent souls in vain.
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