Dark Lives In Frame
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 
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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