SAVE A MOUTH TODAY BY JOSEPH JASEF

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SAVE A MOUTH TODAY

Tears roll down my cheeks,
As I saw able body men and beautiful ladies,
Their sleep graze the floor under the bridge,
With Vampires that feast on their cursed blood,
All night spent in the Freezing Cold,
Especially for those Young lads that spent their day hanging on the bus,
Screaming to earn a Kobo.

Most tearful moment
Are those days the pregnant heaven begat sons,
Raining mercilessly on their beloved room,
With their teeth fighting each other,
Also for those Homeless cripples,
That spent their day Hailing both grey hairs and toddlers.
Just like a Buffalo calling an Ant "Father".
All for a penny to feed the mouth.

They had dreams to chase,
They have kids to Raise,
A meal they cant Afford,
Yea they dont need much,
They dont mind if its just Lunch.
They knew their grey penurious hair cant sit to be taught anymore,
But what of those fresh brains learning about life in a Crude way.

Poverty our daily manner,
Ways to save the mouth has been blocked by machines,
No more Card sellers,
People recharge from the bank,
All jobs to earn has been overtaken by Machines.

Oh no Save the mouth,
There thousands of hopeless foot,
That bruise on Rocks,
Trample on Broken bottles,
You can make one smile just with a Dunlop.

There are naked bodies on the street,
That clinch to their Jewel cloth,
Which is of no use better than piece of Rags,
A better one they wish to have,
But Shall a hungry mouth think about body?
Why dont you help with a pair of cloths.
Put a smile on someones face.

There are little lads who roam around the street,
Gathering waste breads,
Packing foods that has mixed with sand,
Crushing on Spoilt pizzas dropped by rich chaps.
Oh no.
Cause one to smile
Just with a Bread and butter.

Life isn't one,
Life is all,
Life is incomplete without all
So look out to those starving brethren.
Feed and make everyone strong,
Then together we all can live a better Life.

Happy new month.
September 1.

Joseph Jasef
2017©

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