Ode to Poverty's Child
Ode to poverty's child
Who goes hungry everyday
Who wears no coat or shoes
running down the alleyway
Ode to the little ones
Who have no heat or lights
or piece of bread to eat
Ode to the child who is taught
To stand on a corner and sell
Who only knows addiction,
Sirens and hell
Ode to the many who have
No Joy
of finding Easter eggs or
a brand new toy
Raise up the child from Poverty's
Nest to shine and create
at his or her very best
Let the child become who
He and she are meant to be
A poet, writer, dancer or
whatever their hearts dream