Poverty - by aneesamuhammad786

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Helpless tears
the vessel fill
With sorrow, pain
And poverty

Pleading eyes
And begging hands
Probe the street
Can barely stand

Scourge through litter
For scraps of bread
Wasted carton
A home to make

Clothing tattered
Bones all battered
Naked feet
Souls that bleed

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