Deprived Disembodied

Poem By Alizee Toson

Born in gloom paucity:
Astonishingly glean glee in plenty,
Are really pristine that oblivious of spirit or evil,
Gad for own serene sheer.

Inspite of constituting most hindered part of society,
Occupy the vertex of audacity.

Perpectually discarded by elites;
Who have unreasonable rancour for niggards;
Gradually obliterating morals like termites.

Fallacy exist, reaping fruits of their past as ordeals,
Prejudicely ignoring them is not a fair deal.

Never ever enjoyed any fest from core,
as fine below the limited resources for sure,
only witness the joys of haves raising everyday more and more.

Incredibly, marks of bones on skin of little tots are limpid identifiable,
Miseries spreading like cancerous cell, makes them more feeble.

Pleasures and gains are hidden in their vicinity of 4-dimensions,
Adorn life from bountiful mete; is a mark of exclamation,
Charms and wishes; is like follows laws of reflection.

Chancely remain untouched-unshaken by any wind of grief,
Too difficult to gather a handful of people on this to belief.

A zoom in their lives; clarifies thine endured wounds,
Condition worsen with no far seen bounds,
Doughty bear discord and unsympathetic dire sound,
By dint of internal strength; solitary face problems whenever found.

Not in need of sympathy alone,
As your mercy is unable to;
Fill up their belly, to make them alive;
But sure of some bucks of money and support prove to be,
helpful to assure them verenation in this life.

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