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Poor Humanity

What is the use of God's creation?
When a poor man has no relation
What is worst than food scarcity?
Which is more painful than poverty?
What is the greatness of this earth?
When people are starving to death!
Where is the government's treasury?
When the poors are living in misery!
Some say God is having all the fame
Is not poverty a greatest shame?
I will not say a country is poor
I will only say humanity is poor!
Poverty buries all our multi talents
Many of us are going out of stations!
When a country is having famine
Alas poor men's words have no meaning!
Who is there to wipe out their tears?
And how many problems they still have to bear?
I hope one day poors get united and arise
That day I shall sing 'Poors are wise'!
kanndasa dasan

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Poverty has robbed me of my history
As it tries to assault me
Forever looking for a job, something to do
Protecting my future from what I’ve been through
Tenaciously crying out in my prayers
Poverty will not be the reasons for my fears
It will not take me captive
For my generation I have to live
We misunderstand the purpose of prosperity
Forever blinded we continue to abuse it instead of setting the captives free
Never looking out for the children
We invest instead in buildings
So many haunting questions lingers in my mind
When I see my brothers out of desperation turning to crime
I see us depleting every single week
Tempted to react but I am obedient so I turn the other cheek
Frustration seeps into my brain
As I look for a way of escape or someone to explain
We ourselves are instruments of affliction for miniscule gains
Never noticing that the effect of poverty remains
Astell Collins

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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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A Poor Girl

Matloob Bokhari

In a fortified city –land of social divide,
Where lordly rulers, sadly greedy reside.
I saw a girl, searching a scrap of food.
Hunger poured out from her innocent face.
Pain and poverty had silenced her smile.
On my question, stammering, she replied;
“In poverty, I am walking on thorns of life;
Parent without shelter, pass nights in a tent
And days of sorrow in the shadow of tree.”
Listening this, my eyes wept with tears.
Kissing her dirty and tired hands, I said:
“Love you, my poor girl; your story is so sad.”
Looking at me, my Murshud smilingly said,
“O created for Eternal Bliss, Give and will be given,
True joy in life is to share a slice of bread
Live a simple life; so others may simply live.”


Kristen Scott: Poignant, heartfelt, and an awakening against female brutality ~ well-done my friend, Kristen
Gary Leikas: Really lovely, tender and compassionate poem! ! Poverty is more sad if that comes from the poor spirit. Love is pure gold! ! Love is the only one that we have a real treasure. A beautiful piece.

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