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  41.     

The Manger Of Life

Make a beautiful ladder for me, the joy of your son
Teach me to learn how to make beautiful ladders
To hit the nails and cave the woods with a song
To take care of my wife and my son
The gift of this beautiful Christmas.

Sweet saving poverty; golden poverty
The poverty that gave life to the world in wealth
Deadly wealth of pains and hopelessness
Give me this poverty, dear Joseph
The poverty of a beautiful Christmas

Lovely manger; sweet succulent bed of life
A rest for my soul in the hour of my death
Cushion my spirit to learn only to sing
This beautiful lovely song of Christmas
Give to my soul the beautiful surface
When in the last tolls of the bell I surface

St. Joseph the father of Christmas; teach me,
Teach me to take good care of my wife
That in the hour when I be so stressed
I should see in the manger, the bed of life
Give me this poverty, dear Joseph
The poverty of a beautiful Christmas
 
Idiongo Ebong

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  42.     

(africa Poems) I Wallow Alone In My Poverty

Do not come to haul
Me out of my poverty.Rush
To end your own poverty
Of the spirit.I wallow alone
In my sea of poverty
 
BurningDesire PhekoMotaung

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ALGHALABA ???????

We're the poor people, O dad! How did we become poor people? We don't know, O dad! We're poor people, By God, Our cares accompany us Everywhere, but We haven't forgotten our friends, We got exhausted and we got tired, We got up and we got slept, but We're still poor people, Even if days change, but We keep as we're, We're amid a toiling life, We're always far from pretty things, We fly like a passing cloud, Our hearts got broke from Our friends' oppression, Our breakfast, Our lunch, and Our dinner are consisting of Kushari, beans (Foul) , Flafel, watercress, and................. We're all poor people (GHALABA) In the time being, In its taste, In its song, In its love, Everyone tells that we're Ghalaba (poor people) , We die and we live in poverty, We live and we die in poverty, No other words! No other words too! Even in USA, There are a lot of poor people (Ghalaba) , In the poor's book, Only we see the poor people, We never sleep By day and by night, We're tired, We never feel pretty, but A little bit happy, The poor people's happiness, but We remain Ghalaba (poor people) , O dad!
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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We'Re Surrounded With Everyone And With Everything

From all directions and on all levels of life, We're greatly surrounded with care and with distress Simply because this life is hard and is so difficult To resist anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, We're surrounded with bad people that Prey on like beasts Simply because they don't know the real meaning of life, We're surrounded with that ugly poverty That makes the needed in abject poverty, Nature, with its hard times, makes Us suffering badly, Our life is hard and may be harder than the real rocks themselves Simply because it keeps hitting us with its hard stones everyday, Patience sometimes fails to control all that is going on around us, We keep suffering even we're in bedtime simply because Our dreams turn into nightmares, It's a hard life that tests us with its arrogance to make us Kneel down, Everything goes dark around us because That everything lacks logic in dealing with us, We're only victims of our surroundings and our circumstances Simply because life presses on us, We're broke till the last step Because we can not walk to our destination, then We don't think tomorrow is going to be better than today.
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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