Poverty Is A Curable Disease Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Desperate for a source of living
Kneeling at the table of life
Bread crumbs are not enough
To sustain these children
Ribs poking out
They have a story to tell
Of a life of hardship
At the edge of life
Hunger is their number one enemy
Spending every minute of everyday
Searching for a decent meal
With nothing to write home about
Only cold nights and lonely years
Envelopes their young lives
No growth or progression
In this path of life
Life is a slow painful death
For these humble human beings