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• Oh poverty, why are you here?
• You have been around for so many years,
• Some are born and caught in your snare,
• Others are caught just trying to pay their health care.
• You are truly a heavy burden that the world has to bear.
• Oh poverty you are truly feared.
• Oh poverty your power is superior.
• Corrupt governments all lay inferior,
• Leaving the citizens as victims, crippled and meager.
• Graves you dig, deeper and deeper...
• Oh poverty, it looks like you have won.
• We are unable to hide from you, just like the rays of the sun.
• You haunt us if we haven't gotten at least 5 grade ones,
• You keep growing and growing in sync with our population.
• Oh poverty we see no end as you affect so many nations9.
• Oh poverty you are a scar that we are unable to plaster.
• Some people summon you on themselves when they make drugs their master.
• Others sadly meet you because of natural disasters...
• Oh poverty I look forward to the day that you are finally conquered.