Poverty – By Radha Albanna, Year 9

Oh the world!  oh people!
Are your hearts made of ice or what?
The child is sitting on the roadside
While you enjoy the luxury of your cars
Did the ice around your hearts not melt away yet?
Nothing is left of the child but his skeleton
Reaching out for help
Die oh poverty, die
The child is about to die
From hunger and cold
Oh people!
Are your hearts made of iron?  Or steel?
Did the fire not reach your hearts yet?
When would the fire start and melt the iron away
And melt the steel away
Oh people!
Ask poverty to die
Ask poverty to go away!


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