So many in poverty
It seems far beyond shame,
When some have to accept
They own little more than their name.

As they struggle each day
Are their hearts bound with guilt,
Do they fear their souls
Will just shrivel and wilt?

Could be beyond understanding
Why there`s no work to complete,
Or reward to be gained
So self respect they can greet.

How much do they cry
Would they wish us to know,
With no dignity left
Or pride they can show? .

The poor of this world
Any colour or creed,
Should it be so
They have to live with such need?