A Usual Scene

Sometimes I’m thinking loudly,

of the time that I would see,

the people having freedom,

from poverty and boredom.

Countless times that I would think,

of how to break this tight link,

the bondage of grave hunger,

so no one will live in fear.

Fear of facing tomorrow,

and of the days to follow,

then slowly feels the boredom,

in waiting for help to come.

But I think I am a fool,

just like of other people,

for hunger is not fleeting,

but rather a usual scene.

Poverty won’t be unusual,

unless the world unites and shall,                                                  

devise a long term solution,

to rescue every poor nation.