Poverty - a Poem

 

Freedom from Want

I am Poverty 

by Wilfred Nettles(posted with permission)

I am the essence of your suffering, hunger, pain and despair. 

Look around in your town, you can find me almost anywhere. 

I am the wind that blows through the cracks in your walls. 

I am the cold that chills to the bones while you sleep. 

I am the hunger that claws in your belly, a pain that goes way down deep. 

I am the embarrassment you feel in "Free Lunch Lines" at school. 

I am the difference you feel because you can't buy clothes that are cool. 

I am the hopelessness you feel when you have no food or money. 

I am the tear in your eye when you joke and pretend it's funny. 

Everybody knows my name. 

Where you go it's always the same. 

I am poverty. 

~Wilfred Nettles

Photo courtesy of Hermes Riviera 

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