252.BLEAK TODAY

Shivering to their bones
Huddled on cold stones
Homeless gamble with life
As they burn biomass
To stop themselves
From turning into carcass.

In luxurios home we sit preaching
Realising little, sermons are easy
Reality crude.
How do we expect
Tomorrow to be bright
In the light of a BLEAK TODAY!

I burn the biomass
I am accused of polluting the air.
I am chased out of everywhere
I have yet to catch my breath.

I have no alternative
I am feeling numb
I need to rub
My hands and thumb.
Shivering on the cold stone
I huddle close to the fire
Wishing for it to engulf me.

I am not out here to kill
Torch me for  a bon fire tonight
Relive me from this battle to breathe.
I am not here to celebrate life.

Please do not preach
Sitting from your luxurious homes.
Sermons are easy
Reality crude
Don't expect your tomorrow to be bright
In the light of my bleak today
You must first improve my plight
For your better life ahead