A Soul Unseen

POVERTY THROUGH MY EYES

What is poverty, I hear you say? What makes us survive on those dreary days? It's the shadows of want cast upon the soul When poverty's grip take its toll And when dreams are suppressed by hunger's plight On those days life looks like a tragic blight. It's yearning for more among scarcity's reign It's unseen struggles beneath the surface deep Poverty's burden is indeed like a mountain steep. It's the absence of plenty, an empty space And during that time isolation is a bitter embrace. Poor is still a person They have a soul But privileged forget that Their words are cold And among this a question arise: What is the essence of humanity? And answer to this shouldn't come as a surprise. It's to humble oneself. To give your life a purpose, In the service of others to; Those who seek help, Those who need help, Those who cannot do it alone. And when we do this, We gave a chance to ourselves To see their smiles, To share their tears, To calm their fears, And then only, hope flickers in hearts so frail, Love's resilience becomes an unwavering sail. But still here we are Hot getting hotter, Cold getting colder, Land getting barer, Oceans getting emptier, Poor getting poorer, Rich getting richer, And we all wonder; How could we do this? And keep doing this to Ourselves. More often than not, we like to blame society, But we are society And that's the issue We don't like to take responsibilities for the world's tragedies, The melting and rising seas, the forest fires and burning trees, We just stand inside and look out But it's time to go outside and break out, Of this notion That the world is going to fix itself somehow. .