METAPHOR OF LIFE
METAPHOR OF LIFE
Under the hot tropical Sun
I saw a girl,
Who was hungry,
Her face and skin were burning,
She was poor,
She had no money to buy food,
Her hunger had no creed,
Her poverty had no religion,
Yes, she was hungry,
That made her disabled,
She was unable to cope with society,
Because she hadn't had enough money to feed herself.