He Eats The Air

His hands feed the mouths in the rectangular house
But he himself eats the air.
Helplessly, he comes back to sleep in the hole of mouse
They are aware but they do not care.

"He might be paying for his sins"
The kings will say leaving the issue in their bins.
Lions will never care about ants
But they also forget about the falling of the big plants.

He is not destined to live his whole life in poverty
But some ungrateful ugly stomachs somewhere cover his property.
They see him and tell him it will be well
But day in, day out the situation continues to boil.

He knows very well that tomorrow will be worse
But he says, I am sure tomorrow will be better.
Some think he's lazy but he does his best.
At the end of the day, he would only have
To blame an old head from the village.

Parfait Mari
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