Sunday, October 21, 2007


Isn’t it sad?
In such gifted soil,
Some reduced to beggars,
And living in dire poverty?

Is that song?
By the lanky poor,
For joy or sorrow,
Is it for unity against poverty!

For they have never smiled.
Their fields are blobby and bleak.
For they know not what to swallow.
When tomorrow comes and goes.