Poems about Poverty
#poverty
Poems about poverty, here you'll find poetry about poverty, debt and hardship. Poems about struggling to survive due to lack of money. Poems about personal hardship and poetry about inequality in society, and life in slums and ghettos.
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Cannonballs
A dark wind has come upon us
tears us apart from limb to limb
up on the mountain they look down
as my neighbor slits the throat of my friend
someone seemed to have pulled the thread
everything unraveled
up from the bottom to catch a breath
for the amusement of those who lit the fuse
behind the bricks lays the gold
pull up your boot straps and come get it
wealth and the greed we need to be worthy
loyalty to a ring
saw a picture of a girl somebody slaughtered
on the banks of the water...
tears us apart from limb to limb
up on the mountain they look down
as my neighbor slits the throat of my friend
someone seemed to have pulled the thread
everything unraveled
up from the bottom to catch a breath
for the amusement of those who lit the fuse
behind the bricks lays the gold
pull up your boot straps and come get it
wealth and the greed we need to be worthy
loyalty to a ring
saw a picture of a girl somebody slaughtered
on the banks of the water...
#corruption
#war
#tragedy
#greed
#poverty
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Pigs
Pigs on the left
Tories on the right
What we gon’ do?
We’re gonna start a fight!
A fight between the classes
An uprising of the masses
A battle of ideology
We’ll rise from the ashes
The ashes of deprivation
Degradation
And alienation
The ashes of feudalism
Liberalism
And fascism
Oh why can’t we see beyond
All the bollocks
All the rhetoric
Why have we stopped seeking the truth
Seeking justice
Seeking equality
Tories on the right
What we gon’ do?
We’re gonna start a fight!
A fight between the classes
An uprising of the masses
A battle of ideology
We’ll rise from the ashes
The ashes of deprivation
Degradation
And alienation
The ashes of feudalism
Liberalism
And fascism
Oh why can’t we see beyond
All the bollocks
All the rhetoric
Why have we stopped seeking the truth
Seeking justice
Seeking equality
#corruption
#politics
#greed
#inequality
#poverty
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Eat the rich
while you can.
#SixWordStory
#minimalist
#corruption #poverty
#corruption #poverty
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Unfathomable
I can’t fathom the exploitation
I can’t fathom the situation
It’s recreation
It’s all a laugh
A hallucination
I can’t pretend I understand
I won’t pretend I can withstand
All the demand
It’s all a joke
It’s a damned land
I can’t pretend I comprehend
I won’t accept being condemned
Means to an exit
Means to an end
It will all depend
Depends on your fascination
Depends on your determination
To seek the truth
To seek the proof
The falsity
The validity of
Oh what’s...
I can’t fathom the situation
It’s recreation
It’s all a laugh
A hallucination
I can’t pretend I understand
I won’t pretend I can withstand
All the demand
It’s all a joke
It’s a damned land
I can’t pretend I comprehend
I won’t accept being condemned
Means to an exit
Means to an end
It will all depend
Depends on your fascination
Depends on your determination
To seek the truth
To seek the proof
The falsity
The validity of
Oh what’s...
#anger
#corruption
#CallToAction
#greed
#poverty
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'merica
My one regret is the bloodline I derived from
I’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncle
My father is a penniless swami
My mother is a peace creep
We live up the river,
near a civil war battle ground
When there is a downwind,
the water has a polluted, toxic smell
A few years ago, I needed a pair of glasses
Never received them,
No insurance, no money!
My mother bitch slapped me a few times,
thinking that would help straighten my eyes out
Now I have short eyes!
Fuck, she’s dumb.
My brother, who is three years...
I’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncle
My father is a penniless swami
My mother is a peace creep
We live up the river,
near a civil war battle ground
When there is a downwind,
the water has a polluted, toxic smell
A few years ago, I needed a pair of glasses
Never received them,
No insurance, no money!
My mother bitch slapped me a few times,
thinking that would help straighten my eyes out
Now I have short eyes!
Fuck, she’s dumb.
My brother, who is three years...
#family
#Easter
#fiction
#funny
#poverty
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The Slave Théater {Act One}
as time slips into the future
it drags its own unique brand of baggage
of unreconciled relics
and a gang of blame gamers
raging against the machine behind 'enemy' lines
stuck on stagnant rhetoric
choking on wokeness
minds on remedial remote control
emotions enflamed by Molotov cocktails
politically corrected..
castrated ...circumcised...
wandering like an exposed dick-head
in quicksand ideology
regurgitating familiar social hiccups
that was always doomed to fail
future past...fast forwarded
the...
it drags its own unique brand of baggage
of unreconciled relics
and a gang of blame gamers
raging against the machine behind 'enemy' lines
stuck on stagnant rhetoric
choking on wokeness
minds on remedial remote control
emotions enflamed by Molotov cocktails
politically corrected..
castrated ...circumcised...
wandering like an exposed dick-head
in quicksand ideology
regurgitating familiar social hiccups
that was always doomed to fail
future past...fast forwarded
the...
#humankind
#HumanRights
#corruption
#politics
#poverty
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Messenger
The likes of no one draw near
Times of change, a growing fear
Upon the ocean my dreams all died
Ever since the full moon rises the tide
Watching the world precisely through my lens
Famine & Poverty will never end
Times of change, a growing fear
Upon the ocean my dreams all died
Ever since the full moon rises the tide
Watching the world precisely through my lens
Famine & Poverty will never end
#LifeStruggles
#pollution
#water
#rhyming
#poverty
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Scrambling on the ground
I’m scrambling on the ground
Tryna find a pound
Can’t afford my rent
The systems fucking bent
I can’t afford food
I’ve lost a fucking screw
Life feels so depraved
My reactions been delayed
I don’t want your sympathy
I wanna keep my dignity
Just help a geezer out
And stop with all your clout
I want us to be free
Abolish the depravity
That grips the whole world
It’s a story still untold
You don’t think of us paupers
You rape our sons and daughters
You slaughter us
You...
Tryna find a pound
Can’t afford my rent
The systems fucking bent
I can’t afford food
I’ve lost a fucking screw
Life feels so depraved
My reactions been delayed
I don’t want your sympathy
I wanna keep my dignity
Just help a geezer out
And stop with all your clout
I want us to be free
Abolish the depravity
That grips the whole world
It’s a story still untold
You don’t think of us paupers
You rape our sons and daughters
You slaughter us
You...
#anger
#corruption
#politics
#greed
#poverty
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It’s not where you’re from, it’s where you’re at
We drive through flats
that are more grime
than home
it’s where we’re at—
at the supermarket
where yellow stickers
dishonour good food
in a way it doesn’t deserve.
There were two food banks
on the way
but it’s exactly
where we’re at
filling a trolley to a tenth
of its capacity until
a stomach reminds
a human how little
the body needs
to survive
.
.
.
I struck gold today.
...
that are more grime
than home
it’s where we’re at—
at the supermarket
where yellow stickers
dishonour good food
in a way it doesn’t deserve.
There were two food banks
on the way
but it’s exactly
where we’re at
filling a trolley to a tenth
of its capacity until
a stomach reminds
a human how little
the body needs
to survive
.
.
.
I struck gold today.
...
#Britain
#poverty
#FreeVerse
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Neoliberalism killed my dog
Neoliberalism killed my dog
He ate my bag
Then shat out a frog
Neoliberalism broke my toaster
It burnt my jam
Then flew on a rollercoaster…
To far away lands
Where capitalism dies
Bankers burn alive
Oh how the petit bourgeois cries
Cries for lost days
When wealth was the craze
We all lived like shit
And ran around the maze
The maze of oppression
Free market obsession
Economic depression
A time of human regression
The rich can burn in hell
They can scream
They can...
He ate my bag
Then shat out a frog
Neoliberalism broke my toaster
It burnt my jam
Then flew on a rollercoaster…
To far away lands
Where capitalism dies
Bankers burn alive
Oh how the petit bourgeois cries
Cries for lost days
When wealth was the craze
We all lived like shit
And ran around the maze
The maze of oppression
Free market obsession
Economic depression
A time of human regression
The rich can burn in hell
They can scream
They can...
#corruption
#politics
#greed
#inequality
#poverty
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every common man
a sonnet
“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the
abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide
enough for those who have too little.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt
i envy not the poor man in his crypt,
nor crave red wine the opulent have sipped.
though crawl i not, like some do, in the dust,
my liberty no passport so unjust
to render them the lowest of the low.
when winds of fortune on some orchards blow,
their harvests mock the destitute who begs,
outside tight iron gates, for...
“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the
abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide
enough for those who have too little.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt
i envy not the poor man in his crypt,
nor crave red wine the opulent have sipped.
though crawl i not, like some do, in the dust,
my liberty no passport so unjust
to render them the lowest of the low.
when winds of fortune on some orchards blow,
their harvests mock the destitute who begs,
outside tight iron gates, for...
#kindness
#oppression
#homelessness
#inequality
#poverty
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dad no. 1
my dad's hands were calloused
from working dawn 'til dusk
fixing old cars
building a blue collar college trust
empty pockets
dreams on hold
wallet full of dust
silver's worth less than gold
and both
are worth more than rust
from working dawn 'til dusk
fixing old cars
building a blue collar college trust
empty pockets
dreams on hold
wallet full of dust
silver's worth less than gold
and both
are worth more than rust
#father
#family
#poverty
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