Poverty Poem by stephen joel

poverty! poverty! poverty!
people you have struck
making them even their children to stock
in order to have a food speck

you spread faster and faster
not even like cancer
resulting people to suffer
not a doctor or a poacher

you've made the world not a better place to live in
not for the righteous or those who sin
you make people with profession
cause they lack what we call money

it will be my task to ensure you we barn
for your harsh life is hard to maintain
i say your time is ruin
say bye to prepare to leave