A Sad State Of Affairs

Full moon or crescent A crumb or a crust Of a little bread Neither interests her Nor appetite teases her To look greedily aslant at food But work of sting or sweet Makes her longing for good And what we see in our midst Honesty and industry Falling prey to people nasty Degrading herself To men more debased than herself She cruises along streets for a job Only to find victimized At the hands of wealthy beasts And her frail body supposed To be the temple of God Serving to the monster of wealth Oh! what a pity To see men of wealth Succumbing very often To sensuality and frivolity Forgetting sense of duty And pity for human beings Supposed to be God’s Ever sacred things…………..