Will it pay, some day
my eyes will see justice
effort rewards, revolution starts
and poor will have their say
Tag Archives: poverty
In the rich man’s world
I don’t want your money
I have no urge to steal
If only for a moment
you realise how I feel
Brought up in a ghetto
Parents killed before time
gangs all I have as relations
Inheritance not a dime
Leftovers for sustenance
held machetes, never a pen
Drugs carrier at five
Junkie at the age of ten
Hardened by daily beatings
Bullying is just for fun
betting my life everyday
roulette with loaded gun
Trading in crack, heroin
Thousands I do make
Wish I could cross thirty
before dumped in a lake
Hypocrite
Rations
Wait for rations
all hours in a day
Someone somewhere
wastes away
double standards
are here to stay
rich have millions
and games to play
poor do rise
have your say
your say matters
in rags and tatters
we won’t let you live
until you give
up in the smoke
wealth croaks
humanity triumphs
vanity limps
end hegemony
burn fake money
food you produce
all yours to eat
Rations for rich
who don’t know
how to cook
let alone sow
that is only just
rise we must
Have you seen her
Observatory
watching intensely
passing youth
colourful dungeon
hiding black truth
aimless roaming
wasted ways
drunken nights
hazy days
self loathing
soon arrives
humanity hatred
fittest survives
street smart
learning game
borrow, steal
absence shame
lurching, searching,
who to blame
birthplace, environs
upbringing claim
poverty, destiny
all the same
Hands
Dark thoughts
Whether an assassin have any rights
And a solider has to be killed in a fight
what is the worth of a prostitute’s kiss
a homeless death, will the world miss
Is killing a animal daft and cruel
If you don’t eat meat, are you a fool
Porn and naked bodies to admire
Burning green live wood in a fire
Leaves have souls when they are green
Why screaming profanities is obscene
Life’s cruel realities in a blink
Strange, inane thoughts I think
Paradox
You say:
They don’t really
care about us
(or was it MJ)
Humanity keeps
its poor in cages,
Favelas, in slums
No water to drink
No fire to burn
even our sorrow
No hope for tomorrow
Rich becomes richer
Poverty more intense
Life worse than your dogs
without essence
They say:
We are trying to help
To get you out
of living hell
To make you understand
To make you human
You have to contribute
You have to work hard
No amount of our help
Will make you smart
However we help
It will fall apart
So drop your begging bowl
Change your living ways
Come and help us
To make this earth
a better place
The fire will come
The water will run
Life less hurting
Some shining sun
I look at this paradox
These contrasting views
My nomadic life
offer nothing of use
Unable to join
any of the herds
All I can write
these scribblings,
These words!!