The Have Nots Poem by Francis Duggan

They do not have a creed or a gender
Or any one colour of skin
The victims of poor circumstances
The people not born to win.

The people destined to be battlers
Their life struggle is to survive
They do not pollute the environment
As motor cars they do not drive.

Not born to be wealthy or famous
No fixed abode is their address
They look very old in their forties
And to live to be old to them a success.

They are the poor and the forgotten
The downtrod, homeless and refugees
The poor victims of exploitation
Of hunger, poverty and disease.

They are of all different races
But one thing in common they do share
That they are pigeon holed as the have nots
And their type of people not rare.