Poverty Poem by peace uchechukwu nwakanma

sitteth i under this thatch roof
the dusk falls
empty belly lay on my back
a dine not even is mine

scheming to satiate insatiability
a long period of search
even as reality turns vain
poverty of the pocket

the eyes seen are just the sockets
when hunger has made the bone shown
amidst life strife
brooding on books

the top is corrupt
society breeding more crooks
now that barrel is safety
the free cries, how about the bond

the helm is not fair
and rational is not the share
the dead walks
and the end comes

when love is lost
rose of life trampled upon
when life has lost its sweetness