Images too powerful for words,
Piercing like a Sword—
Deeply searing the mind.
For, they yet cater
These many years later,
Thus, I would find.
The gallery I would scroll
Displayed such haunting role
Of poverty unkind.
The message—stark and keen!
Ne'er such images have I seen,
Nor dare I rewind.
If e'er one felt poor,
Lord help us. These the more
Are impoverished—unrefined:
Gaunt were Mother and her lad.
Gaunt were daughter and her dad.
Gaunt were asses, sheep and kine.
Very moving poem, there is far too much poverty in the world, and too much unfair distribution of wealth. Excellent write.
This poem crept into my heart....such great insight into the care needed around the world, a poem akin to mine So many in poverty, thank you for the invite, 10 +
To Veeraiyah: Thank you for your interesting and very caring comments. I think it’s sad and selfish that one could be so devoid of empathy and compassion. Poverty is a real issue, from which many turn their head—just not wanting to deal with it. God help the poor.
yes, so true! what do you think about the emotional poverty that is found everywhere in the world? Only a few people think about the welfare of others along with theirs.. Good poem on poverty!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent write. We take things for granted but in the third world countries there is so much poverty. Some dont even have food on their plates.