Poverty Is Slavery Poem by Abekah Emmanuel
Poverty Is Slavery
It may be buried memories from my past
Though still fresh and striking to my heart
How I wish its effects ceases to last
But anytime it flashes my mind, it makes me sad.
I stopped writing about it few months ago
For it irritates the Jones and saddens the slaves
But whenever I spend time alone
I can't help it but to write on my slate.
Haven long been a vibrant slave myself
I have seen, felt and lived in slavery
As it drags multitudes to their premature graves
And causes the deceived, lots of misery.
I remember how it had laid a peasant farmer
To his peaceful rest, because he had a cut
But was not able to seek the help of the doctor,
It is a pity, I feel the pains, it pierces my heart.
I remember my mum, cooking in that dark kitchen,
Fanning the tripod stand with her mouth
Tears dripping from her eyes, what a poor maiden!
I feel her pains too, but I look into the future and laugh.
I also remember how dad returns from the farm, his economy
Where he had lived most of his life, he is very exhausted
But mummy still consoles him, what a happy colony!
Butter and sugar, have in their lives, never tasted.
But they always have one thing, that never perishes,
Although, they have been in slavery for many years
They have hope and dream of a new dawn of riches
Where poverty shall no more be their portion.
they have hope and dream of a new dawn of riches where poverty shall no more be their portion I also have the same dream with them keep writing go to school get a good education and you will have nothing to worry about
Poverty is such a thing that makes one either saint or tyrant and hope is such a thing that keeps both alive to see life in perspective......Abekah....... a very touching poem scripted very poignantly.....you deserve 10/10
Pen is mightier than sword. Hope in the future they will have brighter side of life..
As a boy who has experienced the pangs of poverty from chldhood you have learned to value the fruits of hard work! Your eyes unlike many of your age are not blinded by the dazzle of riches! So you can realize the worth of your parents who untiringly work for giving dreams to their children! When your Dad and Mom work in tandem, they too see before them a new dawn of sunshine! Cling on to this hope Abekah and plow your way through all adversities and reach your destination! Great write!
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4/16/2024 12:40:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is very real, lot of people are still slaves even today , just that to most its a different kind of slavery and poverty... Very touching and true man thank you for sharing!