Poverty - Poem by Alicia Meyers
There are people that has collasped to the cold dirty ground,
Not able to make a sound,
Being quiet as a mouse,
And never had a house.
They never have tooken a shower in days,
Left in the same clothes as always,
Eating garbage from your trash outside,
In dark shadows that they're trying to hide.
But all you do is say that they don't matter,
And now their dreams have been shattered,
Because how bad the economy is right now,
All they do is live in doubt.
They might do drugs or drink,
But actually think,
They do that to be glad,
Because they made it through as they were sad.
Some have families that are trying to survive,
Trying to live their lives,
But you say that they should get employment,
When that's what they've been doing.
But nowadways there's nothing that they could do,
Millions are suffering maybe even you,
All I wish is that poverty could end,
And that we lived in a peaceful place where we all could be friends.
You might see them out on streets,
Say that they are nothing but a piece of meat,
But they are just people like you and me,
Nothing more than you see.
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