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
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