Poverty

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Too many rules
Too much taxes

Too many cops
Too much crime

Too many poor...

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Poverty

Child, never experiencing a life,
Cries, heart that cannot keep silent,
Clothes, shredded in...

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Open the floodgates

Open the floodgates

Open the floodgates of heaven

and pour your richest blessing

upon your people.

...

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Oil: Africans' Wealth...

Oil: Africans' Wealth and Woe
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Hunger in the Land of Plenty

Hunger in the Land of Plenty
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Hunger in the Cradle

Hunger in the Cradle

Written May '85 when I was 14

It's truly a shame in our day and time
that a child goes...

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Suppressed Evidence

Suppressed Evidence

Well dressed
well connected peacocks
obliviously
step over and around
the...

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Heart

Heart

The poorest should never be neglected

Their struggles should always be respected

They...

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" HOW CAN THIS BE......

" HOW CAN THIS BE..."

Bony, artistic renderings, skeletons in your face, cowering
No pleading, just bleeding out, right...

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Earthly Inheritance

Earthly Inheritance

The future of humanity
may hinge ultimately
on how we take care
of those in extreme...

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Getting By (hard times)

Getting By (hard times)

A desperate need to find cash and eat

She decides to improve her lot and meet

A man she...

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Fall Into the Class Gap

Fall Into the Class Gap

When a group feels
they are
a special breed apart

Preferred residents
in a...

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I'll Love Poverty,...

The time poverty affords me
Makes being poor awesome
I now hug it for clarity
Now it...

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The flower girl

The flower girl

Sat in the coffee shop
to escape the weather.
The rain was just short of a deluge
...

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The cruelty of it all

His talented

intelligent

witty and smart

he is so brave and good at heart

...

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Villanelle for Johnny Cash

Villanelle for Johnny Cash

Do you wonder why I always dress in Black?
The answer lies where the desperate folks tread
It...