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Poverty

I am everywhere in the world,
Both known and unknown to you;
Many would steal for me,
While some hustle, fight and kill,
Keep struggling away from me,
Go ahead, run away to suicide,
For those born inheriting me,
Often fall ill from starvation and malnutrition,
Faces me day-by-day without choice,
Working with meager wage for food,
Unable to educate themselves,
No chance to succeed in life;
I hear you beg to others,
I watch you stress, struggle then suffer,
I feel people dying for various ways,
For I exist around the world.

Author notes

People do often forget.

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  • oxymoron270
    December 24, 2008
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    powerful. this came out really good.