Third World Country
Journal, Random

In a Third World | Poem

As you blink you clearly see

such third-worldly scene:

Happiness in the eyes of a child,

Despite the despair that surrounds.

Poor young bodies and hearts,

Braced for what comes next.

Contentment in the hard-worker’s life

In spite of that feeling of indignation.

 At the bottom of life’s triangle,

Survival comes day by day.

Good-natured smiles in the face of a local,

Regardless of such harsh reality.

Anticipation comes that one day,

The triangle is nothing but a shape.

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The last time I attempted writing a poem was in high school so please bear with me. This is my second post for the year! Yay! Feedbacks are absolutely welcome!

K

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