Poverty Hurts
In the concrete jungle, where dreams are born
Lies a world of struggle, shoes well worn
For those living in poverty, it’s a daily fight
To find a way out, grinding just to see some light
The streets are crowded with folks in need
Hunger and pain, their constant feed
Their homes are shelters, made of cardboard and tin
No warmth or comfort, just the city’s dark din
Children roam the alleys, with no park to play
Starving as we look, so how is this okay
Their shoes and all of their clothes are torn
But still they smile, in the face of obscene scorn
People call them wild ones — even city savages
They smell stench but don’t know how hard it gets
Hustling everyday as sure as time is kept
Wealthy living good on yachts and their jets
Rich people with rich kids and their finer things
Poor people and poor children they never sing
How can you feel good just swallowing air
Monsters on Wall Street being poor is a nightmare
Families huddled in one tiny room
Trying to survive in this urban gloom
The cost of living keeps rising high
But for them, it’s a battle just to not die
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer
In this crazy cycle, there seems to be no cure
But amid the chaos, there’s still hope
For a brighter future, to help them cope
The human spirit, resilient and strong
Find ways to survive, even when things go wrong
Communities together need to lend a hand
In the face of more poverty, we must make a stand
Belly aches from the Deep South to Gaza
Prayers sent up above to our Dear Father
May the Lord have mercy upon us all
Death hollers and no one answers the call
So let’s not forget our poor fellow human beings
Whose struggles and hardships, we just aren’t seeing
Let’s open our hearts, and offer a helping hand
To lift our brothers and sisters up across this land.
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