PEOPLE OF LITTLE CARE
The truth of life asks man to strain
to grasp its words which are too blurred.
Though man is prompt to waste his time,
he gives it just a little while.

Where are the clouds that passed the sky
in previous years and left no marks?
Did they deserve to photograph
and keep their shapes in weeping eyes?

Are people passing just like them
at times they're tinted by the sun,
but often left to get too dark
and make the earth's noon like night?

Does not the truth of life deserve
to be more cared for by  the clouds
to find in it a better way
and make dry land have wetter days?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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