In utopian world they reside,
While in abject poverty we abide,
Attempts we make to change with rage,
The status quo remiains-no change.
Go into streets and environments,
People looking pale, ashen and pallid-no improvement,
Food they find hard to come by,
Many die in drove without saying their byes
Agony is writhing for the people,
In anguish they trudge on in ripple,
On a brighter morrow they set their sight,
Hunger is pervading...that is the blight.
Let them hear and act,
More of motion than movement we observe,
A day cometh when people will react,
Their sanity will take flight and nothing to preserve.
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