Real Poverty Poem by Samuel Santana

You are talking about poverty.
Do you really know the deeply
meanings of this terrible word?
Poor are the people of my country.
They don' t have hope,
thrust in themselves and a
real vision to build a real future.
Men and women go to the
supermarket but they don' t buy books.
They don' t know what politicians
are doing in congress and palace.
Nobody has a mouth to talk the
true and to ask for the right way.
Children and young read nothing.
They all live a mechanize life.
Everywhere you go feel the
smell of alcohol, drug and sex.
Girls and young women dream
with a blue prince.
But hate the school.
You see, poor is my country where
people don' t know where
politicians take the money.

Hartford, April 2017