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.
Wonderful poem. However, some beggars now have landed properties. Do you believe?
It is a beautiful poem Toheeb I feel its energy and its truth. Great write!
good, it straightly goes through the heart of cruel people. it's shark and strong. nicely written, well done and keep writing Ellias Anderson.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is the true and it is ironic.....a contradiction we have come to live with, tfs! ! !