Wastefulness

Love is in the air
Rotating like a fan
But an orphan
Wishes he could tell
Stories that you share.

Excess foods you trash
Inside bins and sinks;
In comfort you blink
And think, all eggs harsh
Forgetting the underdogs.

Ten digits are the fingers
Unequal, yours are golds
Condemning clothes,
And shoes, while the mingers
Are in torn rags, looking old.

Your environments is wow
Theirs is something else
That only fetches them tears
Until to death they bow;
….Do the needful; don’t be wasteful.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu