Poverty – Poverty Poems
Poverty – Poverty Poems
Is this fair?
Do their lives not require
The happiness tattooed on yours?
Does it not destroy their bones
Spending all day doing chores?
Are their bodies fully satisfied
By the dirty diseased water?
Does it not shatter a mother’s heart
To watch the death of her own daughter?
Is it fair that a few hours sleep
Is the closest they have to a vacation?
Or that thousands of little children
Have no choice, no life, no education?
Do you think they like to spend their days
Hoping that there will be a tomorrow?
Does a child have to watch his parents
Go through such pain and sorrow?
They need our help, need our support
Or this situation will always remain
We will be selfish and take advantage
As they live their lives in pain
© 2011 Marinela Reka
Poverty Poem
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Well written piece describing the unfairness of life….sad, but true.
Nice poem!
yes they do need our help…thank you for capturing their plightas it often goes over looked in the hustle bustle of our own desires & schedules…small decisions seperate us from it ourselves….
So sad and so powerful
That was a very heartfelt piece. May your wish come true. Big hug.
So sad, Marinela. Why? I have a difficult time understanding adults, knowing full well what they suffer, who bring children into this world knowing full well what they will inherit.
Very powerful words these.
Excellent work
First, thanks for visiting. It was nice of you to leave a comment. 🙂
The exposure to true poverty is a difficult experience. In 2005, I visited “Payatas,” the garbage dump outside of Manila, Philippines. Their government allows people to live in there. Before the trip, I heard how shocking it could be, but when you’re standing there in the inescapable squalor, and the smell hits your nose, one gains a completely new level of understanding and compassion. Somewhere, I have a photo of two children washing clothes in dirty water. It breaks my heart. I will never say or think “I am poor” again.
Heureusement que tout le monde n’applique pas la formule privilégiée de Montparnasse – L’art pour l’art -. Un poème qui dénonce la misère dans le monde, beau travail. (Et en plus j’ai tout compris ou presque ^^)
Bisous
..this is very sad Marinela…yet it enlightens the mind and heart of anyone who read this…. thanks for the poem.(:
God bless.
~Kelvin
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Thank you for dropping by my blog, you talented writer you! Loved browsing your poems & words Marinela, your vision and communication of ideas & thoughts is inspired 🙂
Grim realities for so many in the world. We must ever be mindful of them. Thank you.
Lovely and very sad poem!
Lovely and very sad poem!
oh wow – this really touched me.
Hi Marinela .. that certainly said it all .. this poem certainly has a way with words that describe the terribleness of life that some have .. by the seas, on a river, inland, in a desert … or just severely disabled in a country with no heart ..
Very well put – my heart goes out to those with little – Hilary
Very well written and touching, Marinela. A terribly sad situation which clashes with the Third Millennium.
So sad but you certainly convey well your message
Moving words!
I liked this one. Nicely done.
This was a heartfelt poem, and its true, its not fair at how life is, how people get treated…..strong points youre pulling at.
Wow – love the rhythm of questions and rhymes – really sears these thoughts into the brain. Well written!
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The way in which you paint your feeling and emotions usin your carefully chosen words to tell the truth reminds me of leonardo davinc’s monalisa painting.
NICE