Whose fault was it anyway?
Whose fault
was it anyway?
They said
at a parley,
To discuss
the fate,
Of the less
fortunate.
Anger surged on the outside,
Of the fortunate
sitting inside,
Arguing over
the issue,
While saying,
“please pass the tissue”.
Tissue to daintily
wipe,
The mouth
after devouring fruits so ripe,
While not
so far from this superficial grumble,
Empty stomachs
did rumble.
Rumbling stomachs
slept on the tracks so cold,
“Help will
come”, they were told,
By the Lord!
It did arrive,
And eased
them of the burden to survive.
Pretty sad what happened the other day.
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DeleteTo be honest, it wasn't anybody's fault. You think that there is someone to blame, but this is the actual world, cruel.
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