True Poverty Poem by Peri Morgan

Sometimes, as I sit by myself,
I wish I could just see life,
if only for a minuet through another's eyes,
not someone rich and not someone famous,
but someone who has no chance,
to be free and live like us,
it makes me sick the way that we,
take everything for granted,
and still, some scream poverty,
maybe if they could spend just a day,
like the 4yr old glue kids,
from Zimbabwe,
sat in a landfill sniffing glue,
and all they really want,
is to go to school,
there's plenty more children like that,
yet most people just turn their back.

What if it was you?
who had to live this kind of life,
could you cope with all this strife?