A layer of make-up covers the dry skin of poverty stricken youths
Hiding the hideous scars on their faces
The heartache on their hearts
And the broken hope in their souls
Poverty camouflaged with make-up
Delicately concealed on the busy streets of our minds
Poverty roams the back rooms of our thoughts
Hiding among the broken ideas of our political systems
Poverty is embedded in our political psyche
Indistinguishable from flora and fauna
Poverty grows unattended
Breaking the canopy of reason
Pushing through the stagnant pool of political will
Into the courtyard of our unequal society
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