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there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among
Nothing mattered or had a name:
Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
'I will kill you like a snake',
'I will roast you like a chicken',
'I will fry you like a plantain',
So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford,
the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand
with their backs to the mainland
in solemn, uneven lines along the cliff's brown grass-frayed edge,
In their faces a colourless gaping of life's adversity:
the hopeless grief of a hellish existence;
Malnourished, starving, filth and olfactory horrors;
Their humiliating nothingness clothed in rags;
It is darkest hour in our history,
Dark nights shrouded with mystery,
Keeping under heels and making mockery,
Liberty torch shine but under label of slavery,
I am your neighbour
When your house is
Under fire or in flood.
Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass
In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall
Its veil. I see the shapes of girls who pass
To bend and barter at desire's call.
Oh city, whom grey stormy hands have sown,
With restless drift, scarce broken now of any,
Out of the dark thy windows dim and many
No bitterness: our ancestors did it.
They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too.
Their children will learn to hope for a Caesar.
Or rather- for we are not aquiline Romans but soft mixed colonists-
If the day is done,
if birds sing no more,
if the wind has flagged tired,
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
Poverty is a curse for human society
Poverty prevails there where the injustice is
Poverty exclaims there where the illiteracy is
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Family comes together
For always and forever
In sickness and in health
In poverty or in wealth
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
Wine, and the heart's nourishment.
I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and
The virgin kisses me and places me
Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people
And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy
To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth.
But when I see the eyes of the poor, aloof in their bare poverty,
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument all bare is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside.
Writing poetry on poverty is a difficult task,
Adam Smith wrote poetry on poverty in 1776.
Which one is the best poem on poverty?
Das Kapital is the best poem.
millions of poor never see beyond the slums
millions of poor never see beyond servile slums
of suffocating cities experiencing chronic conditions
wretched live in poverty in weary perpetual subsistence...
Living under the poverty datum line
Children play with empty stomachs
Mothers weep from their close encounters with death
Fathers are chronically weak
Never existed during creation
Yet it has existed for many years
Real poverty is not the lack of material possessions
Real poverty is not the absence of earthly wealth
Real poverty is not being homeless
Real poverty is separation from God Almighty
Poverty is a curse
A plague to be avoided
Work smart, lest you be poor
You too can cross the line
Nobody knows that
the winter's field suffers poverty
Grows restless at stubble
Numbness because of cold
Poverty is a strong dope
Like a flower, I am not ashamed
Poverty is the blessing of the God
Poverty can stimulate our inner instinct
Poverty can make us realize what we need
Poverty can make us absorb in our duty
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