Poetry

POVERTY IN BLOOD By Olabode Oluwafemi Obafemi

Written by Editor

Poverty is not in my blood.
Indeed! I have experienced a flood;
Not of money but blood
Of the innocent buried in the mud.

I don’t get why it’s my fault
When I’m only a pure being–
Ignored to live in a bin;
I wonder, if the government could be more mean.

What becomes of the world
When the rich gets richer
And the poor gets poorer?
But when politics comes, we become significant to the world.

Our death means nothing!
For growth, we feed on anything
Our problems to them are trifling
But I’m sure, we deserve everything.

Blame me not, and neither our parents;
It could be you, born as indigent
To dress in rag ,while you watch the affluent
Indeed we are lost– we forger the judgement.

Who is to blame?
The unfulfilling government
Or the stingy rich who chooses to be arrogant
Or the selfish human nature, who remains ignorant?

I speak for us, with my pen
Not to be ignored by the minds of men.
Your favours we await and not in tens;
Empowerment you say,
But we also want to earn.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.