Destiny Of The Poverty Poem by alfusainey Sonko

Oh! Monied.
blessed by God
nothing you blessed.
with all we suffered
walking and raising arms
ever around us.

With all thy wealth
nothing but dust.
Tyranny if to crown.
Compliment and frustrate
i must.
even you mount me
i will beg and backlog
and will cry with no tear;
just for alms
to like any other man.
I will not talk
thus destiny to suffer
and you to help.
Yes, a vagrant
and will hustle from you
with no objection.

Days begging with different subject,
as chameleon change.
History reverse.
since thy not with all
must beg.
and can suffer like africa.