You are talking about poverty.
Do you really know the deeply
meanings of this terrible word?
Poor are the people of my country.
They don' t have hope,
thrust in themselves and a
real vision to build a real future.
Men and women go to the
supermarket but they don' t buy books.
They don' t know what politicians
are doing in congress and palace.
Nobody has a mouth to talk the
true and to ask for the right way.
Children and young read nothing.
They all live a mechanize life.
Everywhere you go feel the
smell of alcohol, drug and sex.
Girls and young women dream
with a blue prince.
But hate the school.
You see, poor is my country where
people don' t know where
politicians take the money.
Hartford, April 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem