Bones for poor, flesh for rich
Take your water, I'm not a fish
Don't forget this in your speech
I'm still a poor man.
They say we have many parks,
They say we have many trees,
They say we have many mines,
I'm still a poor man.
Children are sitting on stones,
Neither chair nor desk in schools,
And you promise better life,
I'm still a poor man.
In the North is Afro top,
In the East Erythraean Sea,
Inland we have many lakes,
I'm still a poor man.
Graduates don't have a job,
In the office all your friends,
And you want my vote again,
I'm still a poor man.
Marijuana is what you see,
But CORRUPTION down your feet,
In the school they're selling names,
I'm still a poor man.
I love the indignation in the tone of your poem with regards to the unfairness in the society and farce political promises. Thank you for sharing.
Brave utterances set aside for honest reflection. Brilliant, thought provoking, intense, focused and factual. Thanks for sharing.
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I would like to translate this poem
Marijuana is what you see, But CORRUPTION down your feet, In the school they're selling names, I'm still a poor man...poverty caused by corrupt politicians even when the country is rich in sources. so very well portrayed with real reasoning..... thank u dear poet for this poem. tony