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Verity Honora: Poem to the Poor

Author's Note:

I wrote this old thing for an English Assignment a couple years back. I decided to post it here as a testament to who I used to be.

I hope you enjoy it!

-Verity Honora

Do you hear the cry of the homeless?
The sounds of bleak despair,
The agony of a hundred souls,
Longing for life up there.

Do you know where to find them?
The people cursed with poverty,
The streets are crowded with their pleas,
Begging for the kindness of nobody.

Can you see their faces?
The model of living death,
They starve in the hold of shadows,
Hoping for life’s true breath.

Do you know what they look like?
Frail, thin and boned,
And to think all they want to do,
Was to be with their own.

Do you know what to do?
About the Pain and suffering,
It is time for someone else to tell,
The world about its wrongdoings.

You should help the needy,
You know what you should do,
You must feed and clothe them,
A shelter would do too.

Give them warm compassion,
Give them tender loving care,
The homeless were just like us,
You only need to get them there.

Banish the object of poverty,
Drive away all traces of their pain,
For if it rears it’s ugly head,
Our people will fall again.

Tell the world about this strife,
Make them listen to your plea,
Or the cry of a thousand homeless,
Will never come to cease.