Early morning as I woke up
What I saw were the vultures around
Eyeing for my only food
Not that I have enough to share
Only enough to feed my kids
What was there was gone already
What remained are the leftover’s
I can’t cry, as there are no tears left
I can’t pray, as God is theirs
Who should I curse?
The wealthy nation I was born
Or the greedy vultures swarming around
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