Disease And Poverty
disease and poverty
Every time I saw him
I have this guilt feeling
From the complaining
Of my life, again and again
What can I do?
I can’t turn back the time
And change, redirect me
Away from the fate’s crime
The 24 hours or more
Of heavy toil
In sweat and blood and all
The fatigue and torture
Where can I go?
This is the only place
The home I thought I would grow
But premature it seems
The seven days and more
A tormenting machine
Designed to provide order
The demand between heart and mind
How would I know its depth?
That everything is laid
According to its individual’s dept
And it has to be paid
What the noise with in?
Is but the noise within
Brought to my senses
My anxiety, weariness and pain
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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