A journey with no applause
Poverty
So many speak, too few listen
Pound in the tin, Conscience in pocket
Poverty
A cudgel taken up on my behalf
They take my voice, Ignore my words
Poverty
Level the scales balance the need
Enough for everyone No time for greed
Poverty
The latest dance, do you hear the rhythm?
Do you know the rhyme?
Poverty
Words that explode, none of them are mine
Poverty to History, Injustice will not confine
Poverty
Make poverty History’ sounds so divine
If it sooths your conscience, fine
Poverty
I should be grateful shouldn’t I?
Not raise questions, but learn to die
Poverty
Sweet charity, Blind Indifference
Do you know me, Can you see me
Will you hear me
Poverty.
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