Poverty

A teacher of mine asked me to write a poem about the poverty I observed when we went into the city for a cultural immersion project. Instead I wrote a song...

The broken glass, strewn across the empty grass,

Just like the title that will always last, it’s a blast from your past.

 

The definition, it’s your silent solemn rendition,

Your sullen status of omission, the remission of your condition.

 

Chorus:

Who wants to annihilate the problems here?

What can be done to alleviate your sunken fears?

Why are we late to realize your tears?

We’ll set the date to hear of your broken years.

 

 

Pushed so low, you’ve been dealt a devastating blow,

Forcing you to learn to grow, and know the way that you should go.

 

Chorus

 

Lift your chin up dear, you’re not alone, you’ve got nothing to fear

No need to look far, I’ll be near, clear into my heart you will peer.

 

Chorus

 

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

Nicely crafted! Hope your teacher gave you
an A+ on this. Poverty; not an easy fix for what ails
so many. I see so much of it on the reservation.
Peace n Light