Wednesday, July 27, 2011


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


  1. 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

  2. touching...a need of many!

  3. Good one - you are a positive rare. Keep 'em coming K.

  4. This 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.

    Very nicely penned!

  5. I can remember going hungry some nights too. You did well in bringing up a hard topic. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

  6. I 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).

  7. Kaykuala,

    What 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,