Poverty

This one is going back a bit, it is several years old. I stumbled accross it going through some of my old writings, but I still remember writing it like it was yesterday. I don’t think it needs any kind of explanation, it’s all in the song as well as the title. Although I think I could rewrite it, which I probably will, I have left it for this post as it was written back then.

Poverty

Sitting here leaning there
On a street corner
Lying on the ground
Dragging here dragging there
My whole world behind I bear

I’m here most days you try not to look
In case I ask for your spare penny today
Striding tall
In your uncreased suit
Clicking your heels
On your way to work

I’ve had nothing to eat or drink for days
My gut it hurts I’m dizzy with pain
No one knows my hopes or thoughts
You don’t even know my name
You just feel sorry for me
And tagged me poverty

Looking through the window
An aching in my gut
Drooling over the food
That you toy with on your plate
My head is pounding like it will burst
I can’t ignore this unbearable thirst
I do not know what is my fate
I do hope Mister you enjoy your cake

I’m shaking now
The cold is eating my bones
You walk past me your belly full
There is no malice when you look at me
I’m just a kid named poverty
You look right through me
Don’t see my face
Ignore me this is my dying place

Don’t worry Mister as you walk in hast
This is the last time you’ll see my face
Barely conscious tonight I’ll waste
This the last time you’ll see my face
Passing through Gods light my fate
This is the last time you’ll see my face
I don’t leave this world with any hate
This is the last time you’ll see my face

Robert M Petrie ©

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