Thế giới kham khổ Hard world

Poor world not a poor world, no wealth but their hunger across the continents is still terrifying rain, wind sun prolonging dark skin being sad day, wandering along the roadside, market corners The world has many rich people and many poor people fibrous, painful, disease like fungus Wrinkled skin, wrinkled eyes, atrophied limbs sweaty ragged clothes illiteracy reigns No one has ever released all the grief Sad ending with deep sleep, going to far areas, innocent children spreading hands calloused feet warm longing eyes quietly crossing the street quietly long dead no one knows Does poetry climb into the hearts of children? Which crystal rain will be empty poverty? Their hands are dirty and they hold half a loaf of bread Their face stinks stinky bodies shaken by the crime of war the crime of cold of irresponsible sex of life’s fate of the zigzag road As the season passes, the children wish they had a home and a place to study But how can I do with a flat stomach, dragging with life gloomy life clouds love clouds are no one great civilized world for cheaters, plunderers, looters Only the lonely, the stupid taste the bitterness Sunlight shines, but does not fill the stomach have not yet found food and human knowledge they drag themselves across the lawn, the funeral but left in the hearts of poets so much bitterness!