Voice Of The Poor Poem by simbarashe moyo

The poor seem to become poorer
Their situation worsens by the hour
But no one listens to their cry for help
No one cares about them
And no one looks their side

They have big dreams
But they never come true
They have wishes
But they are never fulfilled
Every time they try to rise
They find themselves where they started
They try to move but their legs are bound

All they know are tears of pain and sorrow
They have never seen tears of joy
All they see is darkness
They have never seen light
All their efforts to rise
Are followed by humiliation
All they say is considered irrelevant
Because no one listens to the voice of the poor

Their hearts are soaked with tears
But no one cares
They are left with no hope
But no one cares
They cry out for help everyday
But no one cares
Because no one listens to the voice of the poor