This anguished scene would touch anyone’s heart, Poverty is a menace where everything ends before a start. Every Saturday morning, I could hear their cries, Observing their plight, a little help that everybody tries.
It’s an instance of a wailing mother and her daughter, No shelter, just a temporary tent where nothing gets better . Notice them-they beat each other, I always wonder, What’s wrong with them, a big question to ponder.
A vegetable seller nearby gives them something to eat, While the big house’s guard brings water to their seat. Too cursed, unfortunate souls, but poor mother strives Darkness and ignorance is what predominates their lives
Screaming, beating, thrashing, moaning of all sorts Can someone study their story by trying all shots They are lunatic and creepy but wanted a grin on their faces Because I pray to Lord to exterminate all poverty cases.
Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up
When in this deep poverty, I look around and see the haves, My heart burns with anger, They have it all, I have nothing, They took everything away, And we, the have nots, Live in deep poverty, Hardly affording three
She was a normal girl with dreams and ambitions, Used to find happiness in God’s every creation, She was happily living with her small family, Never she had thought of being a part of such tragedy…. Suddenly she got missing
Middle class mentalities and the dreams of diamonds Musical nights in the clubs with books of bibles Oceans of beauties but the horrible depths World adores the transparency of my breaths Quiet calm lips with the suspicious smiles Bare flawless
We sure did love the lollipops, the cracker jacks, the Holloway candy sticks, the chocolate coated ice cream bars, and those tootsie rolls. We simply could not get enough of the pop sickles, the cool aids, and the soda pops.