용 make poverty as history 용

by **♥ heart ♥** Thu May 07, 2009 10:27 pm

Poverty, a word, A cause
A journey with no applause

Poverty
So many speak, too few listen
Pound in the tin, Conscience in pocket

Poverty
A cudgel taken up on my behalf
They take my voice, Ignore my words

Poverty
Level the scales balance the need
Enough for everyone No time for greed

Poverty
The latest dance, do you hear the rhythm?
Do you know the rhyme?

Poverty
Words that explode, none of them are mine
Poverty to History, Injustice will not confine

Poverty
Make poverty History’ sounds so divine
If it sooths your conscience, fine

Poverty
I should be grateful shouldn’t I?
Not raise questions, but learn to die

Poverty
Sweet charity, Blind Indifference
Do you know me, Can you see me
Will you hear me

Poverty