Category : Poems

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There are people on the street
With nothing to eat
Ripped shoes off their feet
They have nowhere to sleep.
Fighting for the drip,
The whole world is sick.
Buying things they don't need
Impressing people who don't care.
The poor are in need
I have bread we can share.
And if it's a place to sleep you need,
You can lie on my chest.
The capitalist will never help,
We have the deaths of the people to attest.
Everyone chasing money,
Everyone wanting to be superior.
I just want the kids to live in colour
Perhaps they'll brighten up the dark.
Poverty is ever so sour
But they can play in the park.