Wake up to the nightmare
and you'll not see dreams
but a horrible reality
of members of the sackcloth community,
I'm talking about abject poverty
Poverty, a black graffiti of sadness
and discomfort drawn all
of the faces of the discouraged,
obviously the penny drought has
kicked them out to the kurb,
the carelessness of the streets
you can see that their legs
are defeated by being barefoot
their mouths conceived a foul breath
Well, it seems the penny drought
has made their souls sing the
dirge of frustration,
hear the heartbeat of this harsh life
and you'll see the poor
yep, the same penny drought
has clearly injected them
with the merciless syrum of homelessness
Please, anyone out there,
care for the homeless,
tend to their wounds,
don't pass by with arrogance,
because surely one day,
you shall get more than
the little pennies or dimes
or quarters you gave.
TO THE POOR
By Kakraba Afful