The evening black as diamonds. You could
only dream. Shortly you'd be working the
ports of the sea. No coffee or dinner before
your rounds, you have to work late in this
seaport town. The amount you make doesn't
matter much at the ring of the bell, time passes
so slowly, you feel as cold as hell.
Prices are too cheap to make an honest wage,
working six days a week feels you're in a cage.
You start to drink, which puts you on the floor,
You gave it all you've got, but still you're dirt poor.
The kids are working too which breaks your heart,
You life is a whirlwind of pain your future
will never regain.
Poverty soaks into your bones like a grave,
Those who struggle so much are impossible to save.
Corporations and industry, some say are to blame.
Yet, education is what will lead people to regain
quality lives and jobs so they can build their lives again.
The worlds poverty has many reasons, but we must look
forward to a richer season.