the Grossest Poem

A Poem by Hana

You may be enjoying your glass of well-chilled wine In a cosy sofa on the balcony where you can look down your city But I’m telling you, The world is not as beautiful as you think

Children are giggling by the open hut Built on the ground fulfilled with plastic wastes, Women are being beaten by their husbands Who had been smashed by crap alcohol in hookers’ bars

Parents are whipping their children Because they couldn’t skim dollars from the tourist, Refugees are sitting and peeing on the ground of the cargo Where everybody does during hours and hours of travel

A big tanker can float because it’s supported by tons of water, A big bird can fly because it’s supported by the wind and air, Your life may be supported by slave labour in the plantations

Open your eyes, Don’t ignore them. How could you still say, it’s a beautiful world?