Who To End Poverty? Poem by Okim Otu

Who to end poverty
In our era of adversity?
Anthill of men we constitute,
Turn us mostly to destitute
Even the marshal plan fail.

The wealthy disturbed to engrave
From the cradle to the grave,
From each according to his ability,
To each according to his essentiality,
The American dream refuse to sail.

We reap rotten egg;
From the foreign aids.
Though smile of winners who prosper
Also tears of lossers who suffer
Government agenda leaves no trail.

Lovely upon which they think,
Sadly haven't stop the stink,
As wives endures matrimonial pain
Alas enjoy marvelous gain
Law of nature cannot be jail.