Poverty Poem by Michael Carlson

As I'm walking down the street
I get depressed from all the sights that i see
People with no shoes on their feet
I just can't believe that these things can be

I look at the clothes they wear
I look at the dirt on their skin
I can't believe no one else cares
As they walk past the makeshift home of a wooden bin

Tell me to my face
How is our nation so great
If the people are given such a cruel fate
Our nation is a disgrace!

Thanks you Celina for helping me name this piece.