They do experiments, acrobats and miracles et cetera.
Their radars never catch a slight picture of him.
Even they see never bother of zero figures.
The bourgeoisie organizations bloom like mushrooms
and boast their welfare services.
The soft-hearted and soggy earth never refused to hide
the exodus and their poor skeletons.
To my poet friend Charles Chaim Wax
(not seen in the site a long time.)
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-threadbare-man-cries-in-the-third-world/
