Poverty And A Man Poem by Falana Zion

With hungry heart and dreadful face
He walks on the street looking for a gaze
He staggers like a drunken man with a pitiful smile
For he's hungry like the dead and thirsty like hell

Wishes and plans dries like the summer's flower
Hopeful fate become a thirty land
Draining the river of tears and mighty lack
For poverty never laugh, but hope never die

O poverty, How long will you slam people's lives
Beating their souls out of their hearts
Draining their great and frabjous plans
Neglecting it on the dream land

O poverty
Free the man with his great mind
Waving your hands to his mighty lack
As he walks to the field of stars

Life struggles and suffering may never cease
But I know we'll rest in the home of stars
Where poverty never smile, laugh or dance
But silent like a sheeted dead