Dark Lives In Frame

Pops out bottles of wines with exquisite food

Maid in service with hot- delicious food put on the table 

For the landlords and families 

The suit is branded with twinkling accessories 

Soft-branded cushion chairs 

Enjoys the grand breakfast with joy and smiles 

Stood empty hands gazing at the dull and grey sky 

In torn and dirt rags with dried eyes of horror 

Stepping feet on cracked soil 

Inside the broken hut soft cries in hunger 

Kids in half - rags with shaky bones 

Cries for a bit of rice by shaking the empty plates 

Unheard voices still gaze at the grey colored sky 

Woman in burden shaking the empty pots and pans 

Searching for leftovers with fear 

Cameraman " clicks" them for headlines

Escaped "humanity", rolls only on camera

Lost hearts for these poor people 

Images rolling up and down on social media 

Still those empty tummies in terrible hunger 

Excepting only for a bit of rice 

Voice raises only on "Days of Poverty"

Silence in whole other days

No voice or world raised 

On behalf of empty tummies 

With humanity but only for albums 

May their world shines with a colorful rainbow

May their rags are free from them

May their broken huts are Maisons 

May their faces be filled with smiles