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The Less Privileged | Abubakr Shittu


The Less Privileged - Abubakr Shittu


'less privileged' ...'better positions'

You complain awfully of your daily bread, 
Never you consider those with little or nothing of what you are being fed, 
You cry disdainfully when you are given rice,
Persons are, eating food already trampled by mice. 

You talk of pitiful pains when you have shirts but no jeans, 
Yet, there are people who grins over rotten beans, 
Suffering entails smiling over sour milk, 
And not when you complain of your clothes being cotton and not silk. 

You think hardship is rice with no meat? 
Real hardship is when you beg to sleep in buses with no seats. 
Poverty is grinning over raw food, 
And not to quench over any appetite mood.

You complain of eating fish when you have egg, 
Do you know persons out there have no food when they can't beg,
Able-bodied men eat junks scattered on the soil,
And you still dare complains of jollof made with palm oil. 

You have spoon and fork to eat, 
How then can you complain when you never know people feed only on meat,
Rice, beans with plantain and you grudge, 
Do you ever think of people who have no sleeping place to lodge? 

There is a radio set with you, likewise you have chairs,
Yet people exist with no food when you don't buy their wares, 
Please think twice about life today, 
And seek to erase people's pains. 

Save the less privileged in your town, 
Your community will give back to you, 
If perhaps it doesn't happen, 
The Almighty God will reward you for it. 
Just please, erase someone's pains. 
Be humane. 

©feymouz 


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