degradation by cyclopseven

shadows of piety in the middle of crying flees from famine
falls on the sands of desert
blackening the golden shine of the sand.
worldwide efforts sweep across continents
to wipe hungers of million stomachs
with liquid flour that comes with watery nutrients
and poured on stretched palms.

with immediate response they gulp the tasteless fill
contented between discord and necessities.

for a survival of generations to come
they must not stop breathing their hopes
to invade the invaders and continue their survival;

with a paltry of what’s given
a throw into beggar’s bowl gives unparallel attraction
a sign of divisions – micro cracks are widening
between man of different colors and faith
leaving dogs and cats with good meals taken care of
but not mankind.