It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.
Disparity
Between parties
Pose such pity
In my city.
Poverty sketch
Hits highest pitch
Those who eat flesh
Gift bones and preach.
It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.
Many reach heights
To detach sight
From fingers that
Fed them in past
Disregarding
The beginnings
And forgetting
Humble gardens.
Seems the rich aim
At sending rain
To combat strain,
But make more gain;
And, not to sink
They kick, poor pick
Demeaning rocks
Praising rich folks.
Lovely poem with deep meaning and emotions
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#Word and #punchlines thank you.
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Folks eating sand in a rich land.. Juxtaposed so well
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Thank you
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I can feel great emotion through your poetry. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you ma
I am so grateful for the time you took to read and dropped a comment.
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Great
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Thank you my brother
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