anti poverty poem

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Hill homes and cars and a place in front, we run a race I lost at birth with house wheels and buses. I cross the line to stand in dingy dark, cast by prestige.  
Sleep has become the most delicious donut Dangling in front of the treadmill Like the meal  I was reluctant to eat Could've saved that dollar for yet another bill Like rats  They just keep coming
Billion dollar dreams
the children are sleeping. society decides, “It is convenient for us to destroy dreams.
In the darkest lairs comes raging tears when summer shines and winter snows. The tales of blood and the splash of guts to tell of our homely woes. When death will stalk and hunger hugs and gives a warmly moan.
Once upon a plastic heel  I grew up in the slums ain't no glass slipper real running out of the club because the cops showed up Mr. Prince Charming yelling, "you left your cup" my cup of what? Sure wasn't my dignity
Your hands are opened wide with a desperate look in your eyes Peering through the lens of your soul I can see Once a proud man who saught the american dream But now you hide
"America the Beautiful" We sing with pride Yet we are blind To our own dark side People are starving for hope Starving for a scrap of food While the rich step on their backs
  The paper crinkled between my fingers. The lost valuable trash that had fluttered up at me flapped in the crisp, biting breeze.   The dull, familiar color of green is what I recognized first.
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