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!