Original Poetry: Destitute

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Living a life of destitute
Barely making it by the day
Ignored by bewildered institute
No different from a dull clay

Eyes dulled by poverty
Living a life of a battered dog
By the knife; such disparity
In the mercy of the wheeled cog

Is there a future to behold?
When they are treated like specks of dust
So many stories untold
Like micro sagas untoast

Can you hear the voice?
That silent cry of the destitute
Act before all hope is lost
Their lives are not to be refute

Unfortunate to live as such
They are played by destiny
While they can only live as such
They deserved respect and not a penny

For they are like us
Created by the hand of God
So let them have some dignity
We can atleast do that much

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"Destitute" by vegaron

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Afterwords

 

A poem about the unfortunate and the destitute and how most of society simply ignored their flight. The poem also reflects the current state of our society.

Thanks again for reading. I wish everyone a pleasant day.

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