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  149.     

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Some are not really causes
But just symptoms
And we misdiagnose
A sickness
For a symptom
Of the real sickness

The cause
And the effect
Are often interchanged

For instance
Is poverty the cause
Of crime
Or is poverty
Only the symptom
Of it?

For instance
Is ignorance
The cause of poverty
Or is it simply
An effect of poverty?

Or is poverty
Nothing but an effect
Of ignorance?

Or is poverty
Just an effect
Of an oppression
Of the rich
Taking much
From the poor
Who gets poorer
Everyday
Because there
Are no reforms
Coming
To solve
His poverty
His ignorance
His having to commit a crime
To survive
His poverty
His ignorance
His being a crime
Of
Society itself
who never cared
And wanted him
Who never
Instituted the much
Promised reforms?

And so you doubt
The cause and effect
The effect from cause
And if you did not mind so
Well
They may always be
Interchanged
And mistaken
For the symptoms
The conditions
That always
Are
there deceiving.
 
RIC S. BASTASA

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  150.     

Humble Bumble Bee

Poverty and child welfare. Just because you are born into poverty does'nt mean you have to stay there.

My life reminds me of a Bumble bee. Bumble bee's produce sweet honey but can also be deadly.
I once lived in the guetto however, for me I always knew I wanted something different.
As a child I remember sitting on the curve watching my neigbors getting high on ' red devils'.
Me as a Bumble bee I rose like a Bumble bee and I love higher learning.

People don't be conditioned to social change.
You too can rise like a bumble bee
Don't fall for the Rush and and help Wall Street to prosper but condition your minds and make a change.
I shall rise higher like a Bumble bee.
 
Shirley Morgan

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  151.     

Below Poverty Line

Below poverty line,
a boy leads his life.
Poverty makes his dream colourless.
He don't know what is the colours of happiness.
He has not a developed or developing dream.
He lead his life on a narrow stream.
Red dream, green dream, white or black dream.
Life below the povery line.
A developed life, see his life shine.
 
Imtiaz Emon

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  152.     

Poverty's Beauty

Empty, vacant lots, standing barren, desolate, forgotten.
So much like the poor are portrayed in every day news and stories.
Yet, never does anyone look beneath poverty, it's joy at times, of very little things.
Staunchly sitting at the edge, looking over, knowing that at the end their situation in life is better than those with lots of money.
Worrying only about daily existence, eating, necessities of life, while their counterparts are constantly stressed and worried about keeping up appearances and not losing all they have.
Poverty at certain levels is beautiful in it's sparce inconvenient ways.
Life lived on a thin thread is more satisfying in the end, because there are no things material or otherwise to worry about.
Souls pass peacefully to heaven, for they don't have to hang on to unimportant things, they can instead spend their time with family and close friends.
Passing the few minutes and hours in quiet joy and remembrance of past good times.
 
RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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