Behind the toothy smiles
Plastered on their sunburnt skin
The sons and daughters of bone chilling poverty
And those at the bottom of the social hierarchy
Carry on their lifeless existence
Without as much as a sob escaping their cracked lips
Look once into their eyes
And feel the crushing weight
Of their bottled up longings desires and needs
That they firmly believe
can only be fulfilled in another life
Where the shackles of penury
Won't confine them to an existence
Marked with deprivation and searing inequalities
Try to hear their unheard screams
When those that claim to protect them
Barely provide them with minimum resources
Needed to quench their basic needs
And they sink deeper into the filthy puddle of misery
Wearing the same tattered cloak
In the scorching summer heat
As well as in the the biting winter chill
They've been told not to believe in miracles
Cause their life is pre designed
So they don't air their aches and pains
They swallow it
As a dessert after their barely satiating meals
Inside them lies a hidden ocean full of tears
That would submerge them
If they let it's water leak from their eyes
So they never cry
But watch as mute spectators
Those who've got the means to thrive
Till they breathe their last
And pass their suffering
To those who've just opened their tiny eyes
And are yawning with their little mouths
In the cradle of their arms