Poverty

T’was him I saw the day that precedeth, The child whose labor eats and hunger beats. His bony body lays covered by death Eyes wide open, a vague sudden defeat. Was it fate that killed an innocent lad Or it is us who did none but pity? Does God hear him whispering his hearts bad So His loving hands took him silently? Poverty a chronic disease we dwell, On account of love, the love I hate most! Lo, in money and power down we fell! Strong rises above while weak takes all costs. Justice, behold! Where is your presence flow? Rain on this child poverty so bestowed.