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A drop of water they savour greatly
Their eyes wild with hunger
Thunder rustling in their belly 
The poor they have become 

A bag of bones they now are
A shadow of their former self
Food, a scarce commodity to them
They long for it but it never comes

Tears they can shed no more
The energy for play present no more
Ravaged by diseases and hunger 
A weak people they have become 

Who would come to their aid? 
Everyday, death comes knocking
They are not strong enough to resist 
Good health seems far from them

They have shouted a lot
Now their voice is lost
While the rich spend lavishly 
They wallow in the pit of poverty 

Many look forward to their death 
A day their sufferings would vanish
Only if they could find a helper
Then would they be happy again

Signed ✒ : LOVEDOCTOR