The Poor Have Souls Too!
the poor have souls too...
dreams, hopes, and desires.
their hands have worked the hoe,
pushed the plow, swung the axe...
have held their children,
and touched with love.
their needs are real,
and the same as all others.
their hunger raw and real,
their minds needing answers.
they dont need anyone else
to live their lives,
they want to live their own.
peace, warmth, food, and shelter...
and medical care!
doesnt seem like too much to ask.
the poor are still people,
and people need people!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Small People!
it is then...
the small people,
common men and women,
who by their hands built this dream,
who plowed the fields,
paved the roadways...
who picked your fruit,
who built your small businesses.
who worked your factories and mills.
who built your homes and churches.
who drove your trucks, who fixed your cars,
who made your clothes and your furniture.
who worked for too little
to make you too rich....
who hauled your trash,
who wiped your asses.
who worked as cashiers, clerks, and salesmen.
who covered for you when you were sick,
yet worked when they were sick.
who laid your bricks, who cut your logs,
who stocked your grocery stores.
who dug your graves and fought your damn wars,
the small people, that you throw away!
no jobs, no work, no benefits, no insurance...
no medical care, no cars...
no lights, no rent, no food, no shelter...
no name, no reason to be!
the small people...
too old, too tired, too angry, too used up.
self taught, no degree, experience doesnt count.
the small people....
pushed into a corner,
stacked in the alleyways.
broken wheels turning on broken glass.
the small people....
staring back from your mirror,
from the darkness outside your window.
the small people...
who are not going
to take it anymore!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Let the children read
People are waiting for the King
To safe broken heart and safe life
People who are busy to erase their sin
But some people still searching
How to manage this difficult life
The rest are trying to help poor people
I am an ordinary people
Who has an ordinary heart
I don't have power to save this world
But i want to learn to care
Because i realize i live not for this world
I live for the next step with my King
If it is possible
I want to help many children around me
Who feel hunger of education
but do not have money
I wish i can get scholarship one day
But, when i see those little children
Better, if i can help them
Teach them
Make them read
So they will know science and the truth
I hope... i can help myself first
So, i can help them and my family
Because children deserve to have education
Children should have many dreams
Children should feel safe
No more tears to this world for them
Some People
Some people seem to have it all
Some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused
Some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people pray before they kill
Some people kill just for the thrill
Some people follow one mans vision, some others die on television
Some people build their homes on sand, some people live in garbage cans
Some people think that live is dear, some people hope the end is near
Some people fight for right to life, some people hate to stay alive
Some people dream of life on mars, some people end their life in cars
Some people throw their lives away, some others go on holidays
Some people live and love in vain, some people dont and go insane
Some people always need to win, some other people love to sin
Some people breaking all their vows, some people slashing sacred cows
Some people like to worship stars, some people think the worlds a farce
Some people try to make ends meet, some others end up kissing feet
Some people find their holy grail, some other people go to hell
Some people never catch their breath, some people drink themselves to death
Some people seem to have it all, some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused, some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people
!
Gold/ocean/1994
song performed by by Alphaville
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Wish Me Luck
living honest is finding many things and people
so real
too real
that I don't know if I'm ready to live like that
it seems to be too late to go back
the older
the deeper
the more answers
as many answers as the number of people
can I be water?
solid
flowing
airy
but no one can live without me...
People Don't Care
everyone dies..........eventually.
some people care,
heaven or hell?
most people dont.
some people love there life
but most people don't
most poeple live there boring lives.
then they just...........die.
most people do nothing exciting,
in the pathetic world we live in,
with cubiculs and safe neighborhoods.
most people don't care.
optimistic, aren't we?
poem by Bethany Inthemeantime
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Real Men...
real men...
dont threaten.
real men dont lie.
real men dont take
at the expense of others.
real men dont quit.
real men dont make excuses.
real men dont follow blindly.
real men dont abuse women.
real men are good fathers.
real men live by respect.
real men dont seek violence,
but dont back down.
real men get involved.
real men face their fears,
and their failures.
real men own their mistakes.
real men dont judge.
real men pray with the same hands
they wipe their buts with,
and know it!
real men forgive.
real men love at all costs.
real men stand for what they believe...
what the world needs now
is real men... (and women) !
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Come On!
we live in an angry world...
victimized by indifference,
by greed, by intolerance...
we have lost direction.
and we are to blame.
we can go to the moon,
build great buildings, cross oceans,
talk to people around the world via the web...
yet we cannot stop hunger,
cannot eradicate poverty,
cannot provide shelter and medical care
to the masses...
come on!
we are led by insensitive wealthy people,
who sell our souls and bodies
for nickels and dimes...
who send us to fight their unjust wars,
who divide us by prejudice and religion.
and we let them!
we devour the dreams of our children,
for a moment of instant gratification.
we cast our elderly aside,
and prescribe pills for every occasion...
we speak passionately of god,
but dont even know ourselves.
we trade sensuality for cheap sex,
and fill our prisons with the hopeless.
are we then sheep?
or just cowards?
come on!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Tons Of Shoes And No Food
TONS OF SHOES AND NO FOOD
Mom has ton of shoes, while kids have no clothes,
child is worried school kids make fun of her
because they know.
Know she is borrowing Mary's pants, and she wears
a shirt that she sewed-
sewed in sewing class-
classmates know this is
and smile and laugh.
It's sad, but it is true
on a larger scale it rings through-
This is the reflection of the rich and the poor-
even as they live next door.
$50,000 dollars for campaign for Romney's dinner plates,
while children in ghetto eat old raisins not grapes.
He is going to cut alot of programs these poor people need
he looks like he doesn't want poor people to have a place to live.
What is Romney's real motive and is it for the greater good?
Is it to help human beings have basic needs met and be understood?
Written by Suzae Christina Sunrise on April 22,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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That Millions Do Live In Poverty
That millions do live in poverty should never be seen as okay
The gap between the haves and the have nots keeps getting bigger by the day
Everyone should have the chance to live happy a home to live in and enough for to eat
There never should be slums and ghettos and never a poverty street,
That millions are born to live in poverty and to end their hard lives in despair
Only tells us if there's a god that god favours the wealthy and that god is not very fair
To leave millions homeless and dying of malnutrition the people condemned to die poor and young
In the refugee camps of the World live the displaced, the poor and unsung,
In the age of celebrity worship the poor in millions multiply
Why millions are destined to be poor don't ask me I wouldn't know why
Even in the World's wealthiest Countries poor people are no longer rare
And millions and millions of have nots in the bigger World out there
And millions are dying of hunger and millions are doing it tough
And millions are displaced and homeless and as refugees living it rough.
poem by Francis Duggan
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For the people Of Palestine
In a holy land, with a strange feeling
A strange and calm feeling that comes from the heart of people
People who live pure, people who are valuable and kind
People who are great and faithful, men and women with beautiful minds
Their sky was calm a day, it was full of white pigeons
Pigeons which were the messengers of peace
A blue sky that was above a golden place
A place that was full of happy face
Green lands and greener islands with warm sunny farms
Happy people who don't think about a simple fight
Streets full of cheerful children and cars
But the time brings an unfair war
Some people think power can take everything from poor people
But it never can conquer the faith
Faith will destroy every satanic thing
It can bring bad things down, even the powerful kings
Farms destroyed under the boots of soldiers
They close their eyes and burst fire on the poor and innocent children of Palestine
Their laugh destroy that empty sky
Satanic plans those we know all are a lie! ! !
Power Vs Faith
Guns Vs Stones
Bullets Vs people
And Blood on the feeble
When a pure stone flies, a bullet tears the sky to hit for the answer
And then a heart that once was for a human stop beating
The truth is being hiding in our world
We should help the people of Palestine, not with our words! !
Where are the humans right protectors?
Where are the people who are loyal to humanities criteria?
Where are the humans to see a family that sleep with fear?
Where is a person to clean the children tears?
We have a ceiling to sleep in peace under it
We have security, we live in peace
But there…, suddenly the roof of a house will fall down
When they think they are sleeping in peace, they buried in the dawn
In the Name of Humanity, don't be silent
See the truth; see the pure bodies those just fell down
See the tears of mothers those live in stress
See the great unfair condition, see the real mess!
For the people of Palestine
People who live in a cruel situation
For the people of Palestine,
People who their rights are taken, , people with no sin!
poem by Ellias Anderson
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Poverty
I saw an old cottage of clay,
And only of mud was the floor;
It was all falling into decay,
And the snow drifted in at the door.
Yet there a poor family dwelt,
In a hovel so dismal and rude;
And though gnawing hunger they felt,
They had not a morsel of food.
The children were crying for bread,
And to their poor mother they’d run;
‘Oh, give us some breakfast,’ they said,
Alas! their poor mother had none.
She viewed them with looks of despair,
She said (and I’m sure it was true),
‘’Tis not for myself that I care,
But, my poor little children, for you.’
O then, let the wealthy and gay
But see such a hovel as this,
That in a poor cottage of clay
They may know what true misery is.
And what I may have to bestow
I never will squander away,
While many poor people I know
Around me are wretched as they.
poem by Jane Taylor
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In Every Way!
how many people are blind?
how many people are deaf?
how many by choice?
perhaps you still have jobs,
homes, food to eat, medical care.
perhaps you have investments,
a way to retire....
perhaps your family is happy,
and well taken care of...
i hope so for you!
millions of people hurting,
millions in need...
millions of children hungry,
millions who cant get an education.
millions enslaved by poverty,
millions left alone....
people with faces and names.
all of these are normal people.
whatever their language, their religion,
their sexual orientation.
all of these are people just like you.
and many of these have families,
just like you!
is it their fault they're victims?
perhaps they've worked their whole lives.
male, female, young, old.....
all people,
with mothers and fathers....
all people....
and no, America is not free.
the news we watch is tainted.
the truth is hidden from us.
killing people around the world
does not make us free....
books are being banned and burned,
prejudice and discrimination are rampant.
we have forgotten we are responsible for each other,
we have forgotten we are all immigrants here.
there are no illegal people,
all people are just people.
freedom demands equality,
in every way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love Doesnt Live Here
I wake up each day
Want to sleep that day away
I catch a train
In the rush hour rain
Some people are talkin to me
I dont care what they say
cos I know
Love doesnt live here now youve gone away
Love doesnt live here but Im left to stay
And I thought it was me and you who gave it all
Yes I thought it was me and you who couldnt fall
But its all over now
Over now
Friends on the phone
Life is good. life goes on
But I spend my days
In a heart broken haze
Of movies and lonely tunes
Every song seems to be about you
Oh oh
Love doesnt live here since you went away
Love doesnt live here but I m left to stay
And I thought you and me we were the chosen ones
Yes I thought you and me we sailed into the sun
But its gone. its over now
Do you ever think about it?
Do you want to talk about it with me?
Love doesnt live here since you went away
Love doesnt live here but I m left to stay
And I thought it was me and you who had it all
Yes I thought it was me and you who stood so tall
But its all over now
Yes its all over now
Over now
Its all over now
Love doesnt live here
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Running Water
Time hurries on
Look and its gone
The changing of the autumn tide
The hopes that live
The dreams that die
If I could have you by my side
Id give it all away
You you and i
We must hold on
We must try
To reach beyond that far off cloud
Along the road were travellin now
If I could only show you how
I need you there with me
Oh running water
Dont care what people say
We live to love another day
Oh running water
Dont throw your love away
We live to love another day
Time hurries on
Turn around and its gone
If only we could hold that dream
If only life was what it seemed
I know my darling what you mean
Ive seen it slip away
Oh running water
Dont care what people say
We live to love another day
Oh running water
Dont throw your love away
We live to love another day
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Ton Of Shoes And No Food
Mom has ton of shoes, while kids have no clothes,
child is worried school kids make fun of her
because they know.
Know she is borrowing Mary's pants, and she wears
a shirt that she sewed-
sewed in sewing class-
classmates know this is
and smile and laugh.
It's sad, but it is true
on a larger scale it rings through-
This is the reflection of the rich and the poor-
even as they live next door.
$50,000 dollars for campaign for Romney's dinner plates,
while children in ghetto eat old raisins not grapes.
He is going to cut alot of programs these poor people need
he looks like he doesn't want poor people to have a place to live.
What is Romney's real motive and is it for the greater good?
Is it to help human beings have basic needs met and be understood?
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Fat Fed Leeching People
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is less from them to give!
A me-me-I-I society...
Hooked on feeding greed.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a leaner 'truth'
To soothe their whims.
Fat fed leeching people,
Poisoned to feed.
Don't understand,
Their demands are fading.
Fat fed leeching people,
Have been led to believe...
Deceptions and lies,
Reflect their real lives.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a less 'truth' than that 'truth'...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
UNTIL...
The end!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The same people live...the same people die
The same people live, the same people die,
the same people laugh, the same people cry,
as they push on through, life's open door,
the old and the young, the rich and the poor.
The same people love, the same people hate,
the skeptics of heaven, the mockers of fate,
some use the gun, some just don't choose,
the proud and the vain, they win and they lose.
Death takes them all, the end's all the same,
no one can help us, cause no one's to blame,
When the door shuts and the bright lights go dim,
We all follow the same path and we all go to Him.
The same people live, the same people die,
Some still find wealth, while others get by,
the weak and the strong, the slow and the fast,
alone on life's journey, they all stumble past.
It's been this way, since the beginning of time,
To live...it's a joy, to die...it's a crime,
and still, we question and still, we ask why?
The same people live...the same people die.
poem by David Lessard
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People
We travel single-o
Maybe were lucky but, I dont know
With them just let one kid fall down
And seven mothers faint
I guess were both happy
But maybe, we aint
People, people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
Were children needing other children
And yet letting our grown up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers are very special people
Theyre the luckiest people in the world
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half now youre whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Oh, what do I do?
Oh,
What do I do
If people do
Not want to change
For their own good?
What do I do
If people want
To fight in vain
In angry mood?
What do I do
If people love
To do those things
They should not do?
What do I do
If people try
To slander and
Much gossip too?
What do I do
If people do
Not live in peace
With fellow-men?
What do I do
If people bear
Ill-will and grudge
Against brethren?
What do I do
If people strive
To live in vice,
And not advice?
What do I do
If people will
Not share excess
With country-men?
What do I do
If people like
To live in sin
And hate, within?
What do I do
If people don’t
Amend their lives
And turn soul-wise?
What do I do
If people waste
Their precious time
In ego prime?
The things men do
And women too,
Hurt minds and hearts,
Like arrows, darts!
The things they do
Can anger God,
To give His nod
For divine rod!
Oh, will not men
Give up their pride
Or their sins hide,
In God abide?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-24-2007
poem by John Celes
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