Bones For The Poor Poem by Jonathan Tafreg

Bones for poor, flesh for rich
Take your water, I'm not a fish
Don't forget this in your speech
I'm still a poor man.

They say we have many parks,
They say we have many trees,
They say we have many mines,
I'm still a poor man.

Children are sitting on stones,
Neither chair nor desk in schools,
And you promise better life,
I'm still a poor man.

In the North is Afro top,
In the East Erythraean Sea,
Inland we have many lakes,
I'm still a poor man.

Graduates don't have a job,
In the office all your friends,
And you want my vote again,
I'm still a poor man.

Marijuana is what you see,
But CORRUPTION down your feet,
In the school they're selling names,
I'm still a poor man.