Richest But Pennyless - Poem by Hezekiah Tiamiyu
We are the world's richest,
Building houses anywhere we care.
Give us your cartons so we tear,
To make of beds the best.
We are the neatest!
That proved by the rags we wear.
Everyday to death we get near,
From roads to crescents, all bridges we test.
We are the ones surnamed poverty,
Our believe in alms never-ending.
Life with thy hunger sword wants to kill us.
Will there be change to positivity?
Bright as the sun our future keeps shining.
For now we have no penny to buy horse.
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