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The prison of poverty

So much hunger
So much disease
Lack of structure
speak the language of poverty
Financial crisis opens a door to depression
I am a prisoner in my own home
My soul is hurt
I am exposed to failure and pain
My prayers are never heard
Poverty burns your soul
Oppression steals your rights
There is no tomorrow
Today is a matter of survival

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  • Balthazar
    December 28, 2008
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    Thanks, A


  • azlyn gold member
    December 28, 2008

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    My friend...your poems always speak such truth. It is tragic that life must be this way. Your heart is kind.

    Blessings~
    Az

  • Balthazar
    December 10, 2008
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    Thank you, Ken


  • Ken-Maverick
    December 10, 2008

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    I like this,
    i can somewhat relate aswell,
    Nicely penned my friend and thanks for dropping by and leaving a comment

    All the best to you

    Ken