When Poverty Strikes

Poverty is realised in the mother's womb It dogs the poor till his tomb Sucking the breast does not bring relief Lack of food plays the mischief The child cries for food But many more mouths await in the same mood Hunger is like a smouldering fire To feed oneself is human's main desire Luxuries are things that are far fetched Fate brings only misery and pain to the wretched Hardships in life make of kids thieves Out of frustration many in vandalism find relief To work for a decent salary is man's dream Food, shelter and clothing hearts scream Values and principles all fade out The poor forgets that crime pays without doubt Stealing for the empty stomach becomes their fate For many life's goal is meal on a plate Employment and jobs are hard to find Destiny's wheels are designed only to grind