Category poor

Poem: A cycle of a system

A system of systems You will never understand Understand the pain that is felt A child going hungry A wife left abandoned All because the rat sits in his chair Sleeps in his bed To destroy the life underneath Will it every change? No, seems to be the answer A new form may be set […]


The pain is deep Embedded into the shreds of our lands Nations divided Yet still united with the pain that runs on our streets Children who suffer at the hands of greed Dancing with the stars we rise to our feet Yet to see these children suffer we turn the cheek The pain is deep […]


Through the streets he wondered Leaving behind his toys to wonder if one day he would come to play His home filled with hate His father a drunk His mother a lady of the streets Some say in the park they saw him A shoe shiner by trade Small in age filled with an emptiness […]