What about this?
And what about that?
Thinking of a piteous father
Who has no bread to feed
A mother & a daughter
Living in their unattainable dreams
Look at this naive child
Silently crying for a single penny
Looking in his mothers’ eyes
Who’s also deprived & affright
Why don’t they deserve?
And why we do?
Why we are flirting with big cars?
And they are struggling just for food
Try to see these tears
Try to feel this pain
It’s just a matter of time
that makes you affluent or frail
All these ‘so-called’ amenities
Are not more than a piece of filthy trash
What about this?
And what about that?
Well done!
The poem is alive with insight. I reckon it would be better if you, yourself, try and become the critic of your own poems. All the very best. Keep writing.