Poverty is dead

poverty! you are an epidemic.
your bounds has no limit
whenever you are out to destroy,you consider neither the Young nor the old


Poverty! you are cursed till the end of the age.
when you can not have pity on the stomach of the new born
there he cries in agony of hunger,cos his w'd be parents can not afford a decent meal.


But yet,you are satisfied
you poison the minds of the young to perpetrate evil because of lack.


Poverty! i say to you ,you have no conscience
in a dream you were killed in the battle of survival.

Arise "o"Compatroit.

Let a new earth rise
Let another world be born
Let a bloody peace be written in the sky

Let marital songs be written
Let dirges disppear
Let a race of man now rise and take control

-margaret Abigail Walker.