RI (15-03-1969 / Paramakudi)

A Loaf Of Bread & Three Pints Of Water

Don’t get me nukes.
Nukes never appease my hunger.

My brothers are starving.
My mother is thirsty. (She is ill)

My father has no job.
My sister has inflated stomach.

Your guns spit out bullets. (They are irrational)
You see, I speak seriously.

When you are hungry, you don’t feed on carcass.
Don’t talk diplomacy.

I know you were taught by clever politicians.
Next time you meet me, get me bread and some water.

I have no shame begging from you.
Take care brother, in today's battle! !

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