Look at those wide eyes 

Wishing they had something 

To buy

Hoping that society would rise and 

Become wise

But no,  to their surprise 

Society doesn’t stop to listen to the

Cries

Of the poor

Because this world is filled with

Hatred and gore

As destruction through war is the order of the day 

While we sleep on the cold hard

Floor

Making us pay for the pain

With no open doors to opportunities 

With everyone suffering in the community 

Especially when we’re not living in unity

Right now they’re all malnourished 

Having no food to flourish

Look at those skinny arms

Having no muscular charm

Look at the rundown shacks 

Showing more than facts

At times it so unsanitary 

I don’t understand how there is still 

sanity 

Being confined with no privacy 

With something so precious that it could be call a 

luxury 

Poverty is rising up like a fierce storm 

Threatening to wipeout Africa rich in minerals 

Soon to be transformed

Into a lower per capita

In this poem in general I am just talking about the general affect poverty can on the world and in countries . I tried to end of my poem with a powerful stanza so that this idea or theme would really stick with them. This poem also could be certain items that you don’t when in poverty such as privacy, sanitation, food at times and etc.