I've seen it apply several times all around the world. I wouldn't be telling such tales with this post-story for another day-rather the pain of such 'grasses' and their hope of survival is what I'll be considering.
The title of this poem is 'MENACE-POVERTY'. Let's take a look with a magnifying lens,at this one hell of a social problem.
Vision incredibly scary
sun,show your fires want to behold clearly
who will rescue the masses
from these soldiers and those having riches.
See,feel their anguish and pain
in dealing with it and other vices that reign
moving_rocks_shattering glasses
killing poor sparing rich
yard by yard making life hard,
inch by inch not even cinch
scattering,hopping,falling
children crying
stores empty parents hiding
sophisticated guns
taking over food,clothes_homes
clad with all sorts of bullets
moving past their entire mileage
a terrible day
birth pangs are here child has refused to come the earth way
countless bodies of those slained
immediately forgotten when lowered into mass graves
masses from different races
seeking refuge in places of worship
striking with arrow full of diseases.
Heavy downpour of insecurity
devastating tremor of immorality
ear deafening cry for justice
nobody is helping the masses
ever fledgling corruption has been tagged opportunity
fruit of the belly given over to few having riches.
Looking through the window pane
salvation definitely come their way
war will end
sunshine beyond the rain
light at the end of the tunnel
but for how long will their body be pummeled
who knows maybe they'll never live to see the day.
SELVABOYE
BOSP_INC
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