When Poverty Sings A Song (An Original Poem)
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When poverty mounts the fine stage of life,
And grabs the microphone of things,
Hunger dances wildly,
Like a strand of wool floating carelessly in the winter wind.
When poverty grabs the flute of things,
Her shrill music deafens the audience:
The wretched of the earth,
Those who constantly string the guitar of hardship,
And hopelessly play the piano of pains.
The rich men who buy the expensive album of poverty,
Attending her flamboyant shows with VIP tickets,
Are afterwards unable to afford kerchiefs,
To wipe their sweat of sorrow.
"This boy is shivering", the nurses say.
The poor man cries over the bills he is unable to pay.
At noon, his boy dies of cholera.
While the poor man thinks about the money for funeral,
On the next day, the bank comes for their collateral.
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