Poverty

May 19, 2009
By Amisha Desai BRONZE, Hillsborough, New Jersey
Amisha Desai BRONZE, Hillsborough, New Jersey
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We all sit here like kings,
while others are viewed as “things”.
All they have are a few pennies,
while others are dropping twenties.


Food is to life as a key is to a lock.
Without food, how does one survive?
One meal may seem like no deal,
but to one in the street, it’s finally time to eat.


All they have are the clothes on their back,
don't they deserve at least to live in a shack?
Without a shelter,
one will never feel the love and warmth from a home.


The bitter frosty wind dances on their fragile cold skin,
absorbing all their bodies’ heat.
If we don’t end this predicament,
all that will be left is to repent.


Donating a bill, may save a crying child’s shrill.
This problem is a mountain; once the peak is reached, nothing is left.
Drop in a few coins from your purse,
and you will soon end the poverty curse!

The author's comments:
This poem truly expresses current world problems that can be solved with the help of all of us bystanders.

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on Jan. 29 2011 at 5:03 pm
Amisha Desai BRONZE, Hillsborough, New Jersey
3 articles 0 photos 3 comments
Thank you very much! I really wanted my poetry to convey a strong message.

harsh123 said...
on Sep. 14 2009 at 3:51 pm
nice work, congrats too.

poppie pie said...
on May. 28 2009 at 7:00 pm
hey misha wats up that was rele gud btw




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