Help the Poor!!!

Help the POOR

Help the POOR

The Stomach bleeds
From the man lying
On the roadside
Fine lines appear curved
Under the motion of the retina

His hands buried in the earth
All but with bones to show
The head twisting in all directions
And the sun is without rays
Under the feet of the cloud
For it has not found
Favour with the young man

His living apartment
With the wastes from the filters
And his food is with the
Bird of the streets

He calls out
Under the rhythm of
Grass and figs
Sinking deep in the swamp
With only the passerby
To lend but a stick
Would you give an eye

Would you?

Picture courtesy of jansochor.com

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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