Rounds Of Disrepair Poem by John Sensele

Pound the pesky podium
Purloining children's bread
They eat without odium
As they weave webs of the poverty thread.

Astound the mound of slavery
Their people reject
When by leaps and bounds grows bravery
Chains of oppression and suppression the poor eject.

Ground to a halt cycles of deprivation
The poor endure
As prospects for clarity cultivation
Signs of the times no longer ensure.

Round off feathers of fragility
In seasons of despair
Bereft of ability and agility
Poverty and privatization merge in a potent pair.