Through the Heart of the Poor
Poverty sticks
Her dagger
Through the heart of
The poor
Another bloody
Coup d etat
Has ended,
I’m sure
These children
Have no power or voice, but
Climb up
On their strong ropes
Eyes still glisten and
Filled with hope
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