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  33.     

Sympathies Dry

Poverty is not mother of grief.
The mother is disparity.
Prosperity cannot drive out grief.
Prosperity eliminates poverty.
With poverty elopes sympathy.
Suicides grow not from poverty
But from want of sympathy.
10.09.2006
 
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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  34.     

When Does Poverty Get Poor




Seated in the confinds of poverty, dressed in overall butten up to his neck
and close fitted shoes that elope the streets,
now becoming aware;
the influences of poverty from being the richest man alive captures the mass,
bent on ignorance, that shows no gain;
garbage bins becomes there prey,
cleaning windows of car is income, suffice the day,
supervised by poverty! and out scoring all the other delligates,
poverty also own the trade that teaches the longivity of hardship,
rested enough on a king size sidewalk spread with carboard denim
providing comfort paid for by poverty as a treat to the best laborer,
but poverty takes no break, seemingly a workaholic.......
proclaim'i'm a hustler'.and
Has the fleet of his employee's feet get wearsome, poverty dear not to retreat! but relent the surviving scares that ridge their free created flesh
at a cost!
classified bumbs they become victims to the slums, coke-cocaine, cannabis and rum!
enslaving the mindstead of the innocent and young, the future remains unchanged!
but who do they liberate, when life bounds them at the expense of living another day!
who showers their skin from the residue of misfortune and bad luck
moreso, who is to be blame,
when education 'the key' only opens the door seemingly once every eternity! to those of whom that are not on the paid roll of poverty!
and when does poverty give us cars, land and a good home; Homes that
over looking the scenery of beauty, with rose petals scattered liked shurbs
bring out the feel of pardise fresh to the smell of a splash of l.o.v.e! and a white picket fence to the ending of living
happily forever and ever like the tale of a fairy! to know
how much do we have to endure to asure we achieve
and when does poverty get poor?
 
terrence beckford

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  35.     

All Words Explain My Situation

There is no pretty alternative to my pain, but My pain itself, There is no pretty alternative to my anger, but My anger itself, There is no pretty alternative to my poverty, but My poverty itself, There is no pretty alternative to my love, but My love itself, There is no pretty alternative to my sadness, but My sadness itself, There is no pretty alternative to my happiness, but My happiness itself, There is no pretty alternative to my richness, but My richness itself, There is no pretty alternative to my poetry, but My poetry itself, and There is no pretty alternative to my words, but My words themselves.
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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  36.     

Down With Poverty

Poverty is not a brother, a friend, A kin, or anything good, but It's merely a pain in hearts and in Minds of those people who suffer from It anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... If it his badly some people, then its Problem will prey on all those people... Poor people live in abject poverty in All directions or in any ways in life... As long as it's over there, then the whole Will be gloomy, dark, and ugly anytime... _____________________________________________________________________
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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