Friday, 19 December 2014

Poverty - a Disease worse than Death!


As I went out walking 
On a cool and breezy evening 
There lay a man with dirt 
Neither in his mind nor in his heart 
But in his long and unkempt hair
A man who was once fair 
Now his face,a face of desperation 
His body,a lean mass of flesh, 
Clinging to the bones for dear life 
His eyes,his tiny little eyes 
Chill and icy,filled with hunger 
His soul,defeated and tortured,
By the harsh realities of life 
As he lay there begging, I walked on thinking, 
Poverty-a disease worse than death!


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