The Epithets Of Poverty I Poem by Raymond Cabrera

Poverty is…

…citizens dying in hunger
…you need clothes and shelter for warmth
…your parents leave you to work overseas
…some, in night’s fall, selling their own flesh
…beggars cry at street corners for a solitary coin
…fainting children dreams for a single grain of rice
…you have chance for an education yet can’t afford
…a father and two mouthful of rice for five children
…your relatives help your family in financial aspects
…there are no stable jobs and wages are halve by graft
…selling their own family members for them to survive
…people are sick but can’t buy the medicine and treatment
…people live under a bridge and build house from scraps of iron
…filthy children, scavenging and savaging the every garbage bins
…a desponded mother tried to poison and kill her daughters and sons
…you see all the despairs and sufferings of the country
But still, you cannot help but only cry.