Poverty
In the midst of the ruined city,
A man wanders ,
his face ravaged by grief,
He approaches silently , to the edge of the cliff,
His dreams robbed by desperation ,
His mind unable to bear the devastation
A man once full of hopes and dreams ,
Now he sits gazing into the tidewater stream,
Poverty has overwhelmed his land once abundant,
His existence, now been made redundant
All is lost and the struggle has become weary,
Life has lost all meaning , now dreary,
He contemplates death waiting to embrace the reaper,
With a reluctant step , he flings himself over the cliff,
His journey ends , and the deed is done,
No longer will his voice be heard ,
His final prayer , to once again embrace his beloved.
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