THE POOR AND THE POOREST OF THE POOR

They were born on the same day with the rich but the planets were not aligned in their favor. Everyday is a struggle for them, the future blinks at them with a horrified stare. Education should be a free meal for them to eat, housing should be made affordable and available for them but the so called "gods" of this world would never allow a dime of good fortunes to flush away the bubbling miseries of the poor and the poorest of the poor. Everyone deserve the chance to dance with good fortunes. Is it a crime to be born without a silver spoon? We have failed these people, we all are guilty as charged. We merry when they are hungry, we lavish our souls with pleasure when they have no roof over their weak and frail bodies. We find delight in tagging them as miscreants, no finger is raised when they are unjustly treated. Politicians use them as thugs, they prefer them the way they are, slaves to be used and dumped at will inside the abyss of destruction. Are these people not human beings? Don't they deserve the right to feel the warm embrace of success and prosperity? Stand up today and help the poor and save the drowning souls of the poorest of the poor. Don't contribute to their avalanche of woes and agony. Be a torch bearer, change the orientation of the world and make them see the need to put smiles on the faces of the down trodden.

UNBEATABLE LOVE

I was downcast,lost and drained by misfortunes. My friends had used their deceitful proboscis to suck all the sweet juices inside the nectar of my morning rose. There was no sweetness left in me, my world had turned into a dark night where only lights from the half moon could penetrate. How then can i lay my weak fingers on the thin lights of the half moon? The search for answers made me a sojourner, brushing through the whirl winds of Africa to the United States of America. When i got to the land perceived by many as the garden of Eden of the modern world, my heart began to pound like an undulating sound of a poorly struck bass guitar. "The American dream is here" echoed my heart.I felt the bone crushing knocks of fear because i had always found myself inside the cooking pot of "Fate's" brutality. It did not seem as if my luck would blossom, my head had gotten accustomed to failure and disappointments. "One last time, this is it-nothing would go wrong" i muttered inside the weary ears of my frightened spirit. Surprisingly, my American dream did not drown with the titanic fear in my heart. Alexis came from the blues and fell in love with everything about this black foreigner who had had no luck in finding love in Africa. I came to the United states with a broken heart and a history of misfortunes but now i have the most radiant smiles in the whole universe. Alexis saw the beauty inside the beast and turned me into a prince. This love is unbeatable, my life has become a river basin of happiness.

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