Tears Of The Poor Poem by Abdul Basit Ismail

Everyday as I walk down
The feeble passage
Across the center of poverty
Where it perfume gives
An awful smell
Voice echoes vulnerability
I cry helplessly with helplessness
I can view every episode of your
Struggle
I always suffer migraine
As fed up is my brain
As it worsen into brain drain
I cry very loud enough
My stomach wall crushes
My heart beat doubles it vibration
My retina retires its vision
Rage colours turn my eyes red
I feel like this world is not as fair
As the fairytales of the unconcerned
Citizens
Who always flip their channels
To watch this series each day
It seem to them a reality show
So they sit in their airy first class
Environment comfortably
Confirming their country has won
Crown of poverty
So they title her Queen
I will cry in shame if am to be their persona
I would keep mute my stinginess
Cos it smells really awful
Lifting your
Banners of ruthlessness in the sky
Distracting the oxygen of hopefulness
We will never kowtow to Your unconcerned attitudes
Cos our blood of hope and courage
Gives us the motivation
To dig deeper the grounds of gold
The valley of diamonds
And the river of oil
We will never let our heads down
And we will never crumble
Our hands to your sighting
We will never give up
We will never give up
We will never give up
We will never give up
Till our wreckage hour hand
Strikes 12.