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Courage To Consign Poverty To History Dustbins
Courage to promote humility
Courage to admit your mistakes
Courage to embrace malleability
Courage for noble stakes
To die
To tackle hurdles and obstacles that seem insuperable
To fly high
The flag of integrity for the vulnerable
Whose predicament makes you sick
Although your means seem puny
Dare to kick
Open the door of fortune to the many
Who can’t afford a meal
On their haunted faces no smile to file
Cos to them no big deal
Whether you flaunt designer lifestyle
When their dreams grow leaner
Insufficient sleep on bare floors squeezed in tiny spaces
Like sardines when June weather stings meaner
To rip traces of laughter from faces
Weather beaten, hunger stricken
By force of circumstance
Poverty sunken
In long distances they shamble for every conceivable circumstance
Courage they demand
From you, Mr Big Stuff
Morsels of dry fish from resources you command
Seizing poverty by its neck scruff
Courage to consign poverty to history dustbins
Where you can lock it up
To assuage your conscience and atone for sins
That fill up your steaming coffee cup.
Copyright ©
John Sensele
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