Shackled

Poem By Eloida Capuno

flickers of hope dimmed
for the long oppressed souls
fighting for their longest battle
empty stomachs longing to be free
from the shackles of poverty

nobody cares; the self proclaimed
buster of greed himself
holds the key to the lock and
chains that bind them

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