Hope for the Poor

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Hope of the Poor

     

Oh! Poverty, why have you made 

My home your dwelling place,

Father's hard work is reduced to nothing,

Mother tried her best but she had

To stop to rest.

Father's words of encouragement

Contain

All food nutrition that we feed on,

Where there is life there is hope

That has been mother's popular 

Saying.

Emptiness whispers across our plates

Hunger lumbers around our bowels

And some shake their heads left to right

Mocking at our lack

But much are the eyes that look

Less are the ones that see

For we are the custodians of the 

World's riches,

What treasure could be better than this,

Love, peace, contentment and happiness

And that is what we have

With so much to spear.

©Nathaniel Omolola Stella.