Read poverty like a newspaper,

and you'll hear many stories,

crime is the tattered denim

they can find, if they're not compassion

and they lust of money

swallows them with greed

Read  "penny drought daily"

they're choking,

so sad and dry,

that they don't even have tears

to weep,

they sob but eyes are cracked

with want,

so anything that shines,

even deception is a magnet

that attracks their hands

Like I said, read "penny drought daily"

a covenant of emptiness,

is breeding hopelessness

because life continues to whip

them with no mercy,

the kind ones, I wishing

if a good soul with the light of the lord

would find them,

but the greedy ones, poverty

has even increased their

thirst for a quaint freedom,

freedom that may come by murder

or extrication that may come from stealing

In the spiral of poverty, the good ones

strongly resist the temptation of evil,

because it is eminent,

read the "penny drought daily"

you'll see it in the eyes

of the idle beings on the street,

then you'll know

what poverty tastes like.

                                         By Kakraba Afful