Wake up to the nightmare

and you'll not see dreams

but a horrible reality

of members of the sackcloth community,

I'm talking about abject poverty

Poverty, a black graffiti of sadness

and discomfort drawn all

of the faces of the discouraged,

obviously the penny drought has

kicked them out to the kurb,

the carelessness of the streets

you can see that their legs

are defeated by being barefoot

their mouths conceived a foul breath

Well, it seems the penny drought

has made their souls sing the

dirge of frustration,

hear the heartbeat of this harsh life

and you'll see the poor

yep, the same penny drought

has clearly injected them

with the merciless syrum of homelessness

Please, anyone out there,

care for the homeless,

tend to their wounds,

don't pass by with arrogance,

because surely one day,

you shall get more than

the little pennies or dimes

or quarters you gave.

                                       TO THE POOR

                                                                              By Kakraba Afful

• Written by De-graft Afful Jr..
• In category Social Life.
• 14 years ago.

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