Evils of Poverty
They grew up together
An affinity to help each other
Displaying courage and sacrifice
Beyond their young minds
Trapped in the evil clutches of poverty
Ever wishing to be blessed with abundance
How well he remembered
Hell was his young days
Down trodden with pleadings
Of pangs of hunger
A constant companion
The cries of a sibling
Breaking the silence
of cold and dark nights
Never a day without guilt
It just pricks his conscience
What am I doing here?
Clamouring for the daily bread
Milk for my younger sister
That’s all we ask for
A single mother at her wit’s end
With two mouths to feed
A slice of bread is all we need
Submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #60
Inspired by prompt 'Need' of One Single Impression # 178
it is a hard plight you grew up in...we see it more and more these days honestly...scary stuff when many have so much and many dont
ReplyDeletetouching...a need of many!
ReplyDeleteGood one - you are a positive guy...so rare. Keep 'em coming K.
ReplyDeleteThis is so sad, but an all too real situation for so many. If we were all to give of our surplus, I am sure no one would be in need.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely penned!
I can remember going hungry some nights too. You did well in bringing up a hard topic. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI read that even in the US there are 40 million children living on food stamps! Must be something Lehman Bros directors, with their 30 million dollar bonuses can do (except pay more tax).
ReplyDeleteKaykuala,
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad world of today, that people are still starving to death, in all major cities in the world.
And yet, most of us 'walk on by'.
Thank you for your words,
Eileen