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Hear, Oh hear, Dire Poverty

Oh dire poverty thou breathe the deep poorness,
Thou from whose arms you have laid unlucky
Are suffering by certain fear of thy unhappiness,
Neither food, nor shelter, and no money;
Thou still hunger grows on dreadful houses,
Those gloom of dying lives on a sanctuary,

The frightful smiles within damp vicinities
Seeking for thy time to set them free,
Away from the presence of evil in cities;

Feel; oh feel, the cries of ravenous children,
Of citizens moaning o’er great famine
Hear, oh hear, if only you could speak or listen.

Thou embrace them of thy broken dreams
They desire to escape from nightmares,
Of grief, forlorn on smelly garbage streams

Thy cynical gestures for the hapless beggar
Thou poverty-stricken multitudes;
Everyday, they seek out for a coin like a war.

Withdraw thy lips, devoid their sadness,
To fill their hearts of waking hope
With thine kiss, be the reason of distress,
And while thou cut their once holding rope
To go forth beyond disarrays, life and death.

O’er a plate of food surrounded of a starving
Family, around the wick of lantern’s strange rays
By thy commotions, in the dark they’re quivering.

Heal, oh heal, the wounds thy left on their friends,
Whose unseen pain shared by misfortunes,
Of ne’er been wealthy people buried on lends.

And when thy moments, distort from citizen’s rage,
They will achieve transient success or joys
Yet thy motive, sob on earth, frantic on thy cage.

If only oblivion will be the only way to forget,
Oh dire poverty, that seems to be eternal
Hear, oh hear, we’ll end thy existence with no regret.

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