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Poverty Lacks All Subs And Sandwiches

Poor people can not eat All kinds of subs and sandwiches Simply because they don't have money To buy them anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, They can not eat any kind of fast food, Cooked food, or any kind of food, but They can eat only ready-made food from the garbage Or left food on the sidewalks, They don't eat good foods because simply they can't Buy any kind of food anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, I went everywhere in our pretty world and I saw these Poor people eating from the garbage and they go inside Just to pick some left food, These poor people when they pick the left or thrown food In the garbage or on the sidewalks and these people look Like birds picking their food in the same way, The poor people regretfully can't get good food because They are poor and they have no choice at all anytime, Poor people suffer simply because they lack money and they Lack the world's attention though some people have a lot of food, Our world is greatly unfair about the poor people and may be Not caring about the poor and their abject poverty anytime, and Greatly all the world is surely responsible directly or indirectly Towards all the poor people anywhere, everywhere, and anywhere.

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Umbilical Cord

Birthed into igniting flames of poverty, my fade was not much. Breast fed the scares of struggle, I was bound to speak language of ubiquitous freedom. Umbilical cord, though the parting of Bhiko's and Gandhi was known, it pained me to count ours. As I open my mouth, not only do I inhale the cries of freedom seekers, but the appealing gauge grass silently mock the imitated struggle of youth adopting to rainbow nation. I bit my tongue, trying to convey the forced language, well spoked by those who remembered the soldiers not the war. Had this been a dream, I dreamt casualties in war, thou the parting of us. I never understood the colour on my skin, but never took grunted the portrayed images in the labour room. Umbilical cord, the medium of love to vein, I relate to emotions conveyed on the faces of ones titled poor.
Tlou Romeo

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Dna (Human Evolution)

once upon a time, (or so 'they' say) we were just a bunch of monkeys swinging from the vines 'Til one fine day, we fell out of the trees and put our feet on the ground, we lost our tails and shaved our faces and used our brains to make ourselves a 'civilization' HUMAN, HUMAN, HUMAN EVOLUTION HUMAN EVOLUTION 'TIL WE ALL STAND we're on our way to a 'brand-new' age: to 1984, to Huxley's 'brave' new world we've got the technology and science is on our side... we're even re-writing history to prove we're right, there's nothing wrong with HUMAN, HUMAN, HUMAN EVOLUTION HUMAN EVOLUTION 'TIL WE ALL STAND its all coincidence- a series of accidents like Humpty Dumpty, like Jack and Jill, like your girlfriend forgetting to take her pill. NOTHING happens for any reason. there is neither well nor ill just a little more of this HUMAN, HUMAN, HUMAN EVOLUTION HUMAN EVOLUTION 'TIL WE ALL STAND now, we have sky scrapers and urban populations and thirty-one flavors of religion... we have apathy and poverty and HIV we've got controlled starvation, prescribed sedation, prime-time television, public education, and a steady murder rate. we've got everything but a Master plan HUMAN, HUMAN, HUMAN EVOLUTION HUMAN EVOLUTION 'TIL WE ALL STAND
mark bennett

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No Savers & No Heroes

Knowing millions are out of work, no one doing anything about the society or economy, no savers, no heroes. Criminals do what they think is good but isn't, rapes keep going on, kidnappers are on the move, murders keep killing innocent people, wars are still on and no one will stop it. Again... No heroes and savers. God hears our prayers and doesn't answer them, only the two letters that mean heartbroken-no. Obama is supposed to make a difference but the only difference he's making is making everything else worse. The government is making ridicules laws that shouldn't be passed - they should be helping out people with their lives. A world full of hate is like committing suicide for nothing and no one cares about the death. The poverty is getting worse, and at this rate we could be going into the next Great Depression. One person shouldn't make a difference. The whole world should.
Alicia Meyers

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