"POVERTY"
A poem by Adama Konate
To live just
one, fantastic day,
It’s better
than live a whole life miserable
The large
family was separated by the journey
Good
education in the society is harmed
The main
road to happiness is suppressed by poverty
The good
home became the battlefield
The good
wedding, in peace and respect, is transformed into divorce
The once good
provider
Is known
now as the irresponsible father
The
powerful master of the family became helpless
The once young
and noticeable people became the most unpopular
Misery is a
pain
And the
workers are not winning
The Divine
sharing, once perfect, presents big differences now
The cry of
the poor deserves the highest consideration
The once benefactor
man has taken the path of crime
Due to the years
he spent in prison
The poor
child remembers his miserable family
In life,
nothing is more difficult to achieve than changing
The despair
always creates the failure of future success
Poverty is
not a vice!
The world
is crying day and night,
But it is
the poor who dies without care
The
miserable situation darkens the good character of an honest person
The
difficulty of the times
The things in
which man has lost his faith
The good
life needs a helping hand chance to succeed
Suffering
teaches a lot
The father
does not abandon his family for nothing
Poverty is
at the root of several disagreements and traisons
Being poor
in the world is the despair in a painful life
Being poor in
a country of dollar is very hard
It's really
a hardness
Poverty is
really bitter in perplexity
There is a
time for everything
We will
rise out of poverty!
Because,
for the brave of heart,
Nothing is
impossible!
Adama
Konate
The black
child from Mali
São Paulo,
April 4, 2013.
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