Poverty

Help me, please I want to feel at ease I’m starving But I still keep surviving We poor are suffering Slowly dying Why am I even alive? When will I thrive? Am I alive just to suffer? We are not duffers We are not blind We are kind We are aware of the reality I still can’t write this under the dead tree I was about to give up In this world full of corruption But we need to survive And help ourselves thrive Stand up Let’s eliminate those corrupt Let’s help together And end this suffering forever © Domar Esmabe