The Crowned Hero Poem by Farida Adamu Dauda

overty! What a cruel name they named you
They chant your name
Poverty
You are wicked
Poverty
You killed my only brother
Poverty
You made us sleep not, my roof is leaking
Poverty
My clothes are tattered and worn out
Poverty
I cannot eat three times
Poverty
I'm lean and skinny
Poverty
I cannot send my kids to school

Poverty oh poverty

You are great
You are just known in some places
Poverty
You are indeed great
You stopped them from getting fat or dieting
Poverty
You made them good planners
Poverty
You made them meteorologist without schooling
Poverty
You made them conscious of supreme One
Poverty
You singlehandedly reduced the world's population
Poverty
You made them communal
Poverty
You are the champion