Poverty

The little boy sits there
he can hardly breath
no energy to move
no energy to grieve

he will never know
what it's like to live
no one to blame
and no one to forgive

he will never see
green green grass
butterflies in the summer
Mosaic or colored glass

his mother died from AIDS
and soon his sister will too
his life expectancy is one year
as poverties pursue will continue right through

no one can help him
as his last hope for survival
is clouded by greed
and thoughtlessness so brutal

would you save this boy
if you had the chance?
if he was walking down the street
would you take a second glance?

life goes on for us
and a year has now past
for him living off filth and diseased food
for us living in class

this little boy is only 4
no home to go to
no water or food to consume
no family to turn to

as he lays on the rocks
naked and dieing
he cant even smile
deprived from sense of knowing

there could have been more
if only people helped
he could have lived a good life
and happiness he would have felt