Poverty is a wound that doesn't bleed
Poverty
In the streets where the poor do dwell, A stark reality is hard to quell. A life of want, a life of need, Poverty is a wound that doesn't bleed.
The skies above don't seem to care, As the hungry masses just stare, At the abundance that they see, Knowing that it's not meant to be.
The children suffer the most, Living a life where they've lost, The chance for a future bright, Their dreams and hopes now out of sight.
The weight of poverty is heavy, And its impact on life, very deadly, For those who cannot afford to live, The pain and struggle is hard to give.
We must not turn our heads away, From those who struggle every day, For poverty is a reality we must face, And together we can make it disappear without a trace.
About the Creator
Safeera Sathar
With pen in hand and heart on sleeve,
I weave my thoughts,
My words may not be grand or bold,
Hoping my words will make some gain.
So if you find me on this page,
Know that I write to engage.
To touch your heart, to stir your soul,
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Wealth distribution is a travesty and only getting worse. With capitalism essentially out of control and unchecked I find it hard to imagine a functional solution right now. I did know poverty (though nothing on the scale that it acts in much of the world), and I wish it could be made to disappear!