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POVERTY
Hungry intestines lining my belly,
All insight seems a meal,
Head hosting heavy plantains,
Hawked over miles for a meal,
Trudging on weary wobbled feet in sewn slippers.
While in tears and sobs I meal,
Restive rats raged at me for meals
Wrapped in leaves I lay by trees
Head nipped in nightmares at nights
Has my end come?
Who will save me?
Who hears my wailings?
And just as smiles seem a stranger
From here to where?
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