|Best Poems About / On POVERTY
WE ARE NOT ALONE RHAPSODY
We are not alone
When it comes to poverty
Because we live in the streets
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Poverty by Design
Poverty is when you have the ample
resources to provide for the common
societal needs, such as plentiful food,
clean housing and healthcare for all and
yet you refuse to do it.
Poverty is not realizing that happiness
can be nurtured from a sense of well
being in a right livelihood. Work well
done under humane conditions for
a wage that enables and ennobles man
to have a decent life.
Poverty is not ensuring that all in your land
have an opportunity for right livelihood
and activity that reinforces self worth
and happiness instead of hopelessness.
Poverty is when you can drive around
in your limousine peering out the windows
at the masses. Faceless beings
of hopelessness and despair.
Homeless, alcohol and drug addicted
casualties of the streets.
As you turn your head away and
put them out of your mind you tell
yourself the poor will always be with us.
Knowing very well that it doesnt
have to be this way.
Poverty is when your view of the world is
so narrow that it cant see past borders to
one humanity and the only concept of
wealth and success is by winning the
competitive sport of domination of
natural resources and slave labor.
Poverty is when we eradicate with
sophisticated weaponry other humans,
our self created enemies, instead of
eradicating hunger, and disease and ignorance.
Poverty is when greed has replaced honesty
and life means less than money and power.
When entire industries fold and are replaced
by institutions of debt and servitude.
Poverty is when the architecture of
social design is based on taking and
conquering instead of sharing and
Poverty is when the educated minds of
the world with the best resources of
knowledge and logic and organization
and abundant materials at their finger
tips cant find solutions for problems
that a childs mind could easily solve.
A childs mind so free of preconceived
ideas about supply and demand, and
value and prejudice.
Poverty is a disease of the soul that starts
at the top and trickles down. It destroys
society and strangles the natural
in born life giving loving nature of mankind.
Poverty starts at the top, in the castle
on the hill. Poverty is the epitome
of trickle down economics.
Poverty is man made and is not the
natural state of man. Poverty is not
what God intended for his blessed
creation. Poverty is not by
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Poverty is not my family,
Nor my brother,
And yet it follows me everywhere,
Like a shadow inside a shadow,
Poverty is not my prayer,
Or the song I sing,
Neither is it my answer,
And yet it haunts my dreams,
Poverty is not my teacher,
Not the hand I hold,
Poverty is not my anger,
Spirit or soul,
But yet it is there,
It is real,
It is alive,
It races through my mind,
Crushes my heart,
And rots my soul,
And leaving me deaf and blind,
Poverty is my constant companion,
An aching pain inside heart,
Threatening to push me down,
Down, down, down, down into the darkness
Poverty is my shadow,
My shadow inside my shadow
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Eradication of poverty all over the world
A must and justice to the people
Poverty is not at all a curse or to blame
It is surely the system's failure in sharing.
Poverty the most dreaded thing to experience
To a thinking mind to live without food
Or to the barest minimum of necessities
where it is denied is a cruel thing to experience
Blame the world of poverty and try for corrections
Share the resources to such an equality
At least for two square meals a day
And minimum necessities that humans want
Respect the human being and its dignity all over
Surely poverty is the most objectionable thing
The confidence of life losing in its bottom lines
The unhelpful society accuses the poverty as fate.
The world is so improved in living conditions
But the system in sharing is rotten and old
Change those inequalities in perfect peace
Allowing the human life more possibilities and change.
Life is short and human life is precious
Only the world order can save the humans
The world is fully capable to look after
If there is a perfect world with change of mind
Contentment, kindness, and humanity be preserved.
Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
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