THEY WEEP INSIDE THE CHEERS.
My heart is with the poor and crying eyes
that shed their tears as they are lonely thrown
inside their pit of woe while all around,
the rich are dancing in their pubs and homes.

I bring them to my mind with their deep pit
of hunger that keeps them awake all night.
They writhe from side to side after midnight
while others dance and sing with lots to drink.

Fast time is passing by with these and those
as time is one for all who live on earth.
The rich are puzzled how to spend their time
while those in their deep pit try hard to climb.

I ask if time should be the same for both,
or pangs of hunger should give them more time.
Perhaps, one day they may have what to eat,
but then it will be late for them to dance.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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