Poverty Poem by Noel Tupan

The plates lay empty
Echo the stomach craving
On table there’s none.

Lived in a shanty
So filthy the clothing wears
Sun peeps in the roof.

Walking on the streets
With wishful thinking of such
But nowhere to go.

Dream of tomorrow
That luck may shine for a while
And hardship is gone.

There’s nothing to weep
On the society blame not
Nor ask for mercy.

Stare the truth we face
In this society we lived
We fight to survive.

Dream, keep on dreaming
Pray, pray, God is there always
Just keep holding on.

(01/10/2011, Manila)