Proverty

Proverty ... Enemies of all but life to most people You make people think , You make people feel sad You make people fear tommorow You are a friend of all. Proverty you prevented me from doing things I ought to You are like a stench that makes me want to leave planet Earth You are disposed by all, Yet you are a friend not most people. With you nobody eats With you nobody feel free With you nobody reaches their goal You are like a thife You steal bright future You steal opportunity Proverty leave there alone We can leave without you Oh proverty please leave So that your brother money will be a friend of all Please leave so that opportunity can be will be gotten Please leave so that we Africans can enjoy We hate you but love your brother You shake men like thunderstorm You move men with force like a wave How I wish you could have a way for your brother money How I wish little of you can be seen Oh! proverty.