Bitter Poverty

By Israa Al Banna

‏Age 11 – 14

What a villain who enters our lives without permission!
‏He deprives us of everything and leaves us with nothing, begging in the streets.
‏He leaves us with no bed but the ground, and no blanket but the sky,
‏Bending low in submission to meet our needs;
‏But we will never surrender.
‏There is no way out of this but to bear and keep walking on our way.
‏Oh mean enemy, I will face you one day;
‏If only you were a Man, Poverty,
‏I would have killed you with my sword;
‏Oh you, Bitter Poverty, How I wish you would just leave and die!


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