Scarcity
An illusory excuse.
Shortage
Is just another word
For scarcity.
Poverty cries
While hoarders hoard
Capitalists smile.
Politic ticks
And politicians are pigs
Together they capitalize
The hoarders’ antic.
Everywhere slums
Are swelling with nasty smell
Modernization comes
Caressing the downtrodden
Letting them slip and sleep by the drain.
Education has become a privilege
Selected few rides through
The rest groan in pain of neglect
By the very government, they voted.
color and religion still matters
For one to climb in relieve
Yet the world talks of globalisation
With fragmented words, and looks.
The one God we called Creator
Is missing forever
Fearing for human insanity.
The neglected ones
Warring for survival.
When will this come to and end?
And, the philosopher said
“Nay, this is the world”
“It’s perfect”
“God is great”.
A small child cries
Parents murdered
By humanity.
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