Poverty Poem by Elizabeth Walker

Poverty

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Here i sit thinking about the sorrows of life
herei am thinking about other's stirfe
each is screaming worry and myrth
they are scattered all over the earth
fright fills their eyes the noise too loud to ignore
more now are born we keep making more.

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Elizabeth Walker

Elizabeth Walker

Winston Salem, North Carolina
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