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Dec 2024
On steep plains, it fades like weight
Compressed beneath crowdy privilege
Plank-wood biscuits crumble, fettered for ants
Dusty fingers bury colors, vibrant life

But the crowdy privileged glance through
The compressed, like a stolen breath of rest
Oblivious to the struggles, the weight
Of poverty's crushing, suffocating fate.

© Mikelson
For those living in the subharan part of Africa or African continent at large. Poverty is a common disease, disease of the mind and soul and sometimes, brain becomes a dead man living
Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin
Written by
Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin  Ibadan, Nigeria
(Ibadan, Nigeria)   
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     Edward Hynes, Jeremy Betts, Ian and Liana
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