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Poverty Grass

Wild horses we
Pricked at the wind,
Never to know, alas;
That all the lord of our fortunes bought
For us
Was poverty grass.

Poverty grass
The paupered seed
So sickly poor, alas;
The souls of the great untamed grow weak
On poverty grass.

And you, my friend,
Grew sick awhile,
And cried and cried, alas;
While I grew fat on a flowering weed
Called pride
And poverty grass.

And when you left
The field to me
I almost died, alas;
For I was left in a fallow field
Piled high
In poverty grass.

Wild horses we
Pricked at the wind,
Never to know, alas;
That all the lord of our fortunes bought
For us
Was poverty grass.

24 January 1980
David Lewis Paget

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Ode to Poverty

poetry in progress

i have seen poverty
climb stairs to make
that morning paper
available at the top floor

i have seen poverty
climb stairs to sell that
wrapped tied farm chicken
quiet and bowed,
in a one star hotel
a sinewy woman waiting
for the chance of her dawn

i have seen poverty light
oil lamp in the dead of night
with the hope to leap from rags
to cosier enclave through
pen and ink, alphabets,
arab numerals, mind spinning algebras,
logarithms, and medical lexicons

i have seen poverty
take men across turbulent seas
oceans, to strange lands
to make money for home
thousands of miles away

i have seen poverty sweats
from dawn till dusk
under the tropical sun
smoothening highways,
coating multi-storey buildings

i have seen poverty
sank trespassers of seas
who have sold every penny
with the hope to reach the
land of their dreams and opportunities

i have seen poverty
hops onto beds with strange men
with the hope to take
some dollars from them
to feed starving
children at the slums

i have seen poverty carry
a senile Chinese woman on
shoulders up a famous hill resort
she to admire her honeymoon spot
he to put meals on the table
for mom and dad, brothers and sisters

i have seen poverty gulp
men and women in the seas,
throw them helter skelter
in a murderous web of human
trafficking and slavery

i have seen poverty turn
graceful beautiful maidens
into thin, nerve wracking
frames, wrinkles and flesh
driven to the edge of existence
john tiong chunghoo

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Seated in the confinds of poverty, dressed in overall butten up to his neck
and close fitted shoes that elope the streets,
now becoming aware;
the influences of poverty from being the richest man alive captures the mass,
bent on ignorance, that shows no gain;
garbage bins becomes there prey,
cleaning windows of car is income, suffice the day,
supervised by poverty! and out scoring all the other delligates,
poverty also own the trade that teaches the longivity of hardship,
rested enough on a king size sidewalk spread with carboard denim
providing comfort paid for by poverty as a treat to the best laborer,
but poverty takes no break, seemingly a workaholic.......
proclaim'i'm a hustler'.and
Has the fleet of his employee's feet get wearsome, poverty dear not to retreat! but relent the surviving scares that ridge their free created flesh
at a cost!
classified bumbs they become victims to the slums, coke-cocaine, cannabis and rum!
enslaving the mindstead of the innocent and young, the future remains unchanged!
but who do they liberate, when life bounds them at the expense of living another day!
who showers their skin from the residue of misfortune and bad luck
moreso, who is to be blame,
when education 'the key' only opens the door seemingly once every eternity! to those of whom that are not on the paid roll of poverty!
and when does poverty give us cars, land and a good home; Homes that
over looking the scenery of beauty, with rose petals scattered liked shurbs
bring out the feel of pardise fresh to the smell of a splash of l.o.v.e! and a white picket fence to the ending of living
happily forever and ever like the tale of a fairy! to know
how much do we have to endure to asure we achieve
and when does poverty get poor?
terrence beckford

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Feeding off dump sites
Government preaching about human rights
The minds hunger now difficult to fight
The authority’s pledge I’ve learnt to recite
Insanity, poverty for eternity

Your unwanted possessions
My essential obsessions
My riches, your rags
Your trash, my designer bags
Your side plate, my family’s table
My love unstable
Insanity, poverty for eternity

Ngiphephephi, where am I safe?
Not in my matchbox house
Where the sun knows not the sky
Where it is eternally nightfall
Where trees never grow tall
Insanity, poverty for eternity

You preach about ubuntu
Hold on to your zips because nginsundu
Caring is sharing
Yet you scrutinize as my skin keeps shedding
Insanity, poverty for eternity

Izingane should be seen and not heard
Yet when tears overflow you fly away with the birds
A starving nation builds my judgment of life
A life of manicures and pedicures for your wife
Insanity, poverty for eternity

My brothers, my sisters sighing, crying, dying, trying
Searching for an escape from this death coated,
Pain flavoured bitter-sweet candy on which I was deserted
Stop hearing the voices of black uneducated children
Start listening to the cries of a needy youth
That life just ain’t simple
For I am black because you are white
For I cook because you will eat
For I die so you can live
For I am because you are
Insanity, poverty for eternity

You are born into a cycle where luxury becomes a necessity
A cycle where education is a source of publicity
You get consequently knowledgeable that your heart matures before your head
When you CHOOSE to wet your pillow in bed
When you’re incapably capable to feed yet another head
Where I am born into a cycle where necessities become an improbability, impossibility
A cycle where education is narrowly for minority
So uneducated that your heart learns from the head
Where the tears unintentionally flow because I’m unfed
Where I’m incapable of dependently feeding all my sibling that aren’t yet dead
Insanity, poverty for eternity

For you are in possession of the power to silence the critics
Inspire the pessimists
To astound the optimists
Insanity, poverty for eternity

Black is the coal that lights the fire that houses hell
Black is the pupil of the eye that enables me to see beyond the eyes of the mind
Black is the dark emptiness that “us victims” fear
Black will be the day that blesses us with God’s judgment
Black is the gift of pain that tolerates abuse
Black is the strand of hair that defines my ethnicity
Black is the colour of my love extreme

Think Insanity, poverty for eternity
Yolanda Mbatha

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