Poverty and Hunger in Every Corner

The world is round so we constantly told
Yet poverty and hunger hides in every corner.
Materialistic wealth is the life we are sold
Ignoring the masses that are even poorer.
A world were many people have far to much.
While thousands are left to waste away.
Our compassion now seems so out of touch.
As our greed costs people their life's everyday .

Its a TV screen
Or video game
Hand held life
Doesnt seem real
The people live
Social media dream
A hundred selfies
Unheard screams.

beliefs are a thing
stanzas are in between
with me in the gleam
might just see this bright red beam
poetry in the air
the thoughts
and feelings we may share
beliefs a things
of things we may have seen

Greed's seeds the economy needs for it to grow
Bottom line divine, step on those below
Beg and steal is what is real, fuck the poor
Sell our wares money prayers we're all a whore

A macabre tool controls
it keeps the fruits at bay
it awakens fury and tramples it
tales of real terror
it breeds impious despair
it harvests twisted wills
all fodder for a bald steed
food of pagan gods
we fall thanks to your hand
dignity as a carrot
and a race that never ends
but begins again.

No respite for the broken, hungry, tired or poor
Left to injustice asking what all of this is for?
Who will pick the masses back up off the floor?
A burning question that is begging for more.

Slums are decorated in every metro city,
Perhaps to prove the reach's superiority,
Poverty is outcome of leader's partiality,
To dance and drink at capitalists's party,
Voting, electing is just shadow Democracy,
Politics is a business with return high,
In this era of greed who will hear poor's cry,
The poor die with hunger, leaders are hungry.

The poor keep yearning for life.
Since ancient times,
their voices have echoed in pain—
thousands of whispers,
millions of souls trapped.
Yet the curse repeats.
The system still controls.
Who will save the poor?
Who will break the curse?
Perhaps the question has been wrong all along.
No one is coming to save—
until souls yearn for more than to be free…
until they
break
the curse.

Every new day promises progress
but we instead are given false hope
Empathy shrinks
Inequality grows and grows
Didn't you think we'd do better by now?
Didn't we learn that we could be anything?
When do we see a better way for you and me?
When do our children have to embrace this same reality?

I look at the obese and ever growing world all around me.
You can be forgiven for a minute forgetting there is hunger and poverty.
A tenth of what we consume daily, would keep many children alive for another day.
Yet there is nothing we can do is all I ever hear the government's say.
I cannot believe that us as fellow human beings, cannot find a way.

As hunger grows, so does pain
Kids with hunger but a hope for a bright future
Tears of a parent with prayers of sorrow
Hang on, I say, for God's plan is bigger than your pain
I know it's easier said than done...
But the faith that can move mountains will surely feed your hunger.
For reliance on people will only leave you disappointed and full of regrets.

And I heard since childhood,
That Hunger All around the world shall be removed,
Not the hungry though!!!
4 decades later, Hunger is sticking around still, But I have seen they do remove hungry ones from the streets and take them to God-knows-where, all the time...
All I heard people say to beggars Just Away You go!!! Don't touch my dress!!! Money??? Noooo!

Because of our status,
We’re now separated from them.
They are no different—
Dust they are, and so are we.
Yet our hands, named “filthy,”
Can’t touch their clothes named “expensive.”
Even their seeds wish to befriend us,
To offer a bit of kindness,
But their faces whisper, “Stop.”
We are now seen as devils,
While they are praised like Christ.
They are clean outside—
But their hearts are pits.
We may be dirty outside,
But our hearts shine like heaven.
We are one—rich or poor—
All of us,
Dust.

They say in the eyes of God we are all equal.
We can clearly see that is just not the case.
So we are left to have little hope in our hearts.
That we man, can make the world we live in a more equal space.
Somewhere out there, their is a solution to be found.
Maybe we will find it, now the robots are in town.

They could stop all of this but choose not to,
More calculated than you think, most have no clue.
Striking out world poverty? They'd rather aim at you and me,
The elites could have this wrapped up but don't want that, you see.
Human trafficking plays a big part in why children are still hungry,
Plucked off the streets and sold into slavery from country to country.