Poverty

poverty stricken people living on the streets

All my life I’ve lived

In poverty

I toiled and suffered

And battled it daily

Poverty is a demon that deprives you

Of everything you have

Poverty, poverty

I was born in poverty

I lived in poverty

I have felt the shame and disgrace of poverty

I have felt the brutal assault of reality

When it comes to poverty

My very life is the perfect example of poverty

I yearned for riches

But none would come

My way

All I see is just poverty

Rearing its ugly head everyday

Poverty, oh my lord

Why poverty

Why me? I often asked

Only wishing that this

State of life

Would soon pass

But it forever lingers

With no intent of relief

This state of poverty

Is causing me too much grief

Poverty, poverty

Need I say more?

Well it seems I will

Have to remain poor

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I Was A Tree

I was a tree without leaves

I bear no fruit

Struggling from a youth

Searching for the truth

The ground was hallow

I had no roots

Neither was there any route

That could lead me

To the truth

I suffered and toiled

For some fresh clean soil

I felt separated from

My environment

Like water and oil

Nobody knew me

They pass me everyday

Standing in the wind

Side to side I sway

I watched them tasted of other`s fruit

In which they found delight

But I knew deep down that

 I would blossom

When the time is right

Within me was a heart

That never dies

With hope and a firm belief

I persevered through

life`s fight

It was a day when

No one was here

Someone transplanted me

In a different atmosphere

I felt as though I was growing all over

The burden of life was lifted from my shoulder

It was my season

And it shows

As old leaves fade away

Fresh, bright, green ones started to grow

To their amazement

They looked up at me

With awe

The sight of my fruitfulness strained their eyes

And a longing for my taste

Erupted in their stomach

Surprise and mystery filled their minds

And they wondered from whence

Came a tree of my kind

But it was I who was always standing here

I was the one you showed no care

But now all my despair

Have been repaired

Poverty

All my life I’ve lived

In poverty

I toiled and suffered

And battled it daily

Poverty is a demon that deprives you

Of everything you have

Poverty, poverty

I was born in poverty

I lived in poverty

I have felt the shame and disgrace of poverty

 I have felt the brutal assault of reality

When it comes to poverty

My very life is the perfect example of poverty

I yearned for riches

But none would come

My way

All I see is just poverty

Rearing its ugly head everyday

Poverty, oh my lord

Why poverty

Why me? I often asked

Only wishing that this

State of life

Would soon pass

But it forever lingers

With no intent of relief

This state of poverty

Is causing me too much grief

Poverty, poverty

Need I say more?

Well it seems I will

Have to remain poor