Best Poems About / On POVERTY
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A Lovely Old Lady
Her smile it betrays her for her rotting teeth
That lovely old lady that I often meet
Out walking in the park or on the main street
Too careless of her looks to know of conceit.
The story of her life may never be told
Alone and forgotten she is growing old
For empty bottles that she sell for a few pence she searches every rubbish bin
A tiny financial reward for her seems such a big win.
For those on the poverty line their needs are small
What sort of a World do we live in at all?
The gap between the haves and the have nots has grown ever wide
The face of hidden poverty we no longer can hide.
From amongst the wealthy who pride themselves in their generosity
One need not travel far for to see poverty
In a World where many lust for wealth and fame
For the multiplying poor we must all take the blame.
A lovely old lady her I often meet
She doesn't have money for to fix up her teeth
She never ignores me as I pass her by
With her toothless smile she always says hi.
Francis Duggan
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Solidarity
Here we are in America camouflaged in poverty
Our minds programmed - voice of prosperity
While there in Africa we lie starving
While there in Africa we lie dying
Unconscious of respect - subconscious of suspect
Who robbed us of our rights - and reduced our span of life
Here we are in America stagnated in progress
Our minds programmed for failure - of feeling worthless
While there in Africa we are aware
Here, there, everywhere, we're weak, we need care
There's a drought in Africa, we cry
Just one grain will keep us alive
With deceit and conceit, we lie
Our bodies parched and dry
Our minds rotting as we die
We need unity - we must achieve solidarity
We need a positive program - a positive program is in demand
We must demand, therefore we can demand. We can command.
We are sick of poverty and misery
We are sick of poverty and misery
We have come to the end of worthlessness
We support each other in the process
Of learning to love ourselves, while we protest
We love each other as we suggest steps to success
We must rescue each other, rescue ourselves
We must proclaim or claim prosperity
We are taking over responsibility
As we enter, in solidarity
We are taking control of our lives
By programming our minds to survive
Sally Stewart
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Impoverish Child
A small poverty-stricken girl wearing shabby clothes and unkempt hair. Treasures in heaven was all she bear. Poverty seem to be her destiny in life, but as she grew she struggle to survive. Nine was the age she began to toil. Sunrise to sunset was all. She was taught God's love and never be idle for survival. She remember God's word, through sorrow the heart will be better. Through diligence life began to matter.
Life had dealt her a bad hand, she remember it's God who giveth wealth to make one stand.
through prayer and toil riches in life came soon. Poverty was not her doom.
Sylvia James
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Living Large In Poverty
All things being equal I'd rather be rich,
However, thing don't always work out,
So I'm resigned to spend my time in poverty,
Working in the dirt and grime.
Why, or why me Lord, I may ask,
Gently proding the almighty for just one task,
I wondered if it would be possible,
Just bless me temporarily the ability to pay my bills,
Then I will be a changed fellow.
I then figured then that money was my problem.
What I didn't realize then,
But I do now,
It isn't a matter of money,
It is a matter of know how.
Now matter how you work,
You may never get ahead,
And then there are people who just work themselves dead.
I looked in the mirror and then decided,
Give me the poverty,
And all I need is the serenity,
To be able to live comfortably,
Now, I live with my means,
Not wanting for things,
And I'm very happy.
You may ask, what did I learn?
I will say, ' Living in poverty is not so bad,
Especially if you have a rich dad! '
Nadalia Bagratuni
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