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Best Poems About / On POVERTY
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Poverty's Breath
Our lives on earth are based on poverty, why then should anyone make a 'vow of poverty'.
No matter what we accumulate after we are born, it cannot accompany us into death.
We are born with nothing but our life and intellect in tact.
Those of us who are lucky enough to maintain our intellect to the end must also lose it along with life when we take our final breath.
There are no exceptions, we are all in the same situation.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Rises Above!
the well read soul
rises above his poverty,
and takes his brother with him.
only the ignorant take without giving...
their poverty, well disguised by possessions,
never goes away!
faith has nothing to do
with ignorance, with blind following.
faith is built on knowledge,
and honed through experience.
the person that stands up
in the middle of the storm,
and asks why...
has already spoken
the hidden name of god!
Eric Cockrell
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If I Was
If i was given the chance to change the world,
i would change Laws,
i would give people equal opportunities to life,
i would stop poverty
i want things to change
i hate how we have war
i hate how we have poverty
i hate how we have un equal lives
i hate how we have un fair laws
sammie annamaria merlo rodriguos
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Poverty Land
Looking for solutions
For a problem centuries old
Searching every avenue
My feet are still cold
The benefits of unemployment
Leaves me hungry everyday
Its hard to find a job
But its more difficult to stay
Must feed the family anyway I can
Society has me cornered
Im in poverty land
Praying for the wisdom
To guide me through the rain
The courage to continue
Ignore the grief and pain
The prospects of employment
Seems to dwindle everyday
Its hard to draw a budget
But its more difficult to pay
Theyve seem to have forgotten
The pride within a man
Time has come, I must rebel
And take a militant stand
For society has me cornered
Im in poverty land
Mustafa Marconi
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