IMF Policies
To reduce poverty is their stated goal
Yet the policies they demand
Always leave assisted countries
In a deeper, darker hole
So why demand policies
That always do fail
That always float like a brick
That, like lead, do sail?
Is their faith in doctrine
Honestly that strong
That policy must always be right
And reality always wrong?
Or is their real aim
Opposite to what they claim
Is it to continue poverty
And power to maintain?
You can never reduce poverty
By concentrating wealth
You do not spread diseases
To protect the public health
So the question that must be asked
Is how to tear away their mask
And now force them to fulfil
Their official stated task?
We can start by recognising
That money in healthy economies
Like blood in a healthy body flows
And severing your arteries
Is worse than body blows.
So let countries pay their debts
Like donors giving blood
Instead of descending like vampires
And leaving corpses in the mud.
poem by David Chalk
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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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Sonnet: The Magic of Poverty
A birth in poverty is luck supreme!
A death in poverty, a great blessing;
A life of poverty is rare a dream;
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring.
’Tis poverty that goads nations do feats;
’Tis poverty that stimulates scientists;
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats;
The greatest men were in poverty’s lists.
And poverty lessens our worries much;
Account to God will be much easier;
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch;
In poverty, poets can fly higher!
Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures;
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures.
9-14-2002
poem by John Celes
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The Shadow Inside My Shadow
poverty is not my cousin,
is not my lover,
is not my preacher,
poverty is not my brother.
poverty is not my prayer,
or the song that i sing
is not my answer
poverty is not my dream.
poverty is not my teacher,
not the hand that i hold.
poverty is not my anger,
not my spirit, not my soul.
ah! but this poverty is real
it races thru my mind
crashes into my heart,
& leaves me deaf and blind.
poverty is my companion.
the aching cold inside my hollow.
the blow behind my eyes,
poverty is the shadow
inside my shadow.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Poverty In The 21st Century
It’s the 21st century
The media displays it day and night,
Poverty.
Poverty across the globe lies
Poverty cries out from the belly of little boys
Little girls, parents too
Desperately searching for food,
Shelter, clothing, for love,
Companion, for attention
Those with plenty, refuse
To amend, a world haunted by
Poverty.
Is poverty affecting the rich?
Are their poverty the same
As the poor in financial constrains?
For they, too, poverty of love
I see poverty in the learned
I see poverty in those whose
Selfish acts are destroying society.
I see poverty in all level of humanity
The world is still an imperfect place
Yet life is still beautiful, the wind
Blows, we see it not, give thanks
For what you possess, now go,
Help if you can along the way,
Help to eradicate poverty
In your surrounding, widen
Your boundary across your
Country, to nations of the world.
Help to fight poverty, now!
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Poverty-II
Satiated, desiring but not having enough food to offer some, is also poverty,
Sheltered, wishing, but failing to accommodate a guest, is also poverty,
Treated, prescribed, but unable to effort better treatment is also poverty,
Clothed, requiring but can't afford sufficient to meet the need is also poverty,
Educating, meritorious, but failing to provide better education is also poverty,
Social, invited but avoiding a ceremony to avoid buying a gift is also poverty,
Celebration, aspiring but fearing expenses not celebrating is also poverty,
Friend in distress, desiring but incompetent to help a friend is also poverty,
oppressed, rights denied, deciding but failing to buy justice is also poverty,
Time elapsed but not repaying debts for not having money is also poverty.
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posted on 31-07-2008
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poem by Palas kumar Ray
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Far less wealthy industrialized countries have committed to end child poverty, while the United States is sliding backwards. We can do better. We must demand that our leaders do better.
quote by Marian Wright Edelman
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We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty.
quote by Mother Teresa
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The Valediction Of The Body For The Soul
I am the body, and you are the soul. I let you in. You are my guest.
Inside my body, you feel what i feel.You know what i know.
What you like i too must like.
What you disgust I too must disgust.
We have become one. Ideally, we go. I go where you go.
I let you stand on my feet
I let you touch the persons and things that you love
Through my Hands.
I am the body and you are the Soul. Inside me
You are my guest. They say that you are more important.
Holier. More wise. Filled with Understanding,
As I let you stay, I have become of lesser importance
To those who worship you, through me.
I am the body, and I have become secondary
to Your importance. But you are just my guest. I have let you in.
Now I demand that you too must respect my flesh,
My bones, My blood. I bleed. You don't. I feel the pain
You don't. I now demand that you too My Soul
Must understand my simple needs. My need for warmth
and Desire.
I am the Body and You are the Soul. I demand respect
and understanding otherwise I may use my power
to Oust You. I still have the power to put an end
To this Body and it is you who must leave.
You must understand me. When I end the life of this Body
As I very well know I can, then you Leave.
I will be left. I may rot. I may turn to Dust. But I have done
what is within my Power.
Respect my little lusts. That is my compromise with You.
Have a little understanding to my confusions.
Bear with Me too. Be my Guest. Be the Good One.
My Soul, My friend, My companion.I am your Faithful Body.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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War on poverty
War is a common solution for a lot of things,
countries go to war and so do gangs and teams
Its kind of crazy and kind of a shame,
because i always see wars on the streets fighting drugs like cocaine
Pick and choose your battles because the drugs will never stop, instead you need to control poverty and why people dont have a lot
Money, food, theres a lack of it all,
this is why they turn to drugs and manage to fall
No poverty, no drugs and thats the honest truth,
so have a war on poverty and not a war on youth
poem by Stylin Williams
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Poets And Philosophers
Poets and Philosophers
Their feet deep rooted
In slushy and grassy soil
Heads protruding above
Drifting, silvery clouds of sky
Intellectual academicians
They have no greediness for
Money or power like
Crooked, Cunning politicians
Human love they advocate
Float on dancing, colorful flowers
Of cool and breezy earth
*******
They look down
Upon faces of schadenfreudes
Who hilariously laugh when
Their best friends accidently die
When their kith’s kid gets kidnapped
When friends wife eloped with another friend
********
They look down
Upon faces of dynastic rulers
Who inherited power
From parents and grandparents
Who amassed unthinkable
Wealth and property and
Deposited in other countries
Mysterious safe deposit vaults
Annihilated all opponents
Physically and intellectually
*******
They look down upon faces of
Undemocratically elected democratic rulers
Who amassed wealth for
Their several wives
Children, grand children and grate grand children
Annihilated all opponents
Percentage of poverty rose from
Fifty to Eighty
Country got flooded with
Vampires and cannibals
********
They look down upon faces of
Proletarian leaders
Who slaughtered bourgeoisie
And once in power they forgot revolution
And embraced illusionary evolution
For attaining personal benefits
To cling to power and suck blood of masses
Percentage of poverty rose from
Eighty to Ninety nine
********
Poets and philosophers
With no individualistic aspirations
Wrote books and poems
Their immortal classics
Would transcend all corrupt and dark eras
P.M.CHANDRSEKHARAN.
poem by Chandra sekharan
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I Only Wish
I only wish I were a better person
And do at least one good deed every day
There is plenty room for me of self improvement
On the righteous path to go I have some way.
In the World there are so many good people
Some doctors and nurses go to Countries far away
To improve the health of poverty stricken people
Without Government assistance or any cash for pay.
Some semi skilled and skilled people leave their Hometowns
For to work in Lands where poverty is rife
To impart their knowledge to the poor less privileged
And help them to attain for themselves a far better life.
I only wish I were a better person
Since that is all to which I do aspire,
So many who do lead by good example
And these are the people that I do most admire.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Laborer
In the sizzling heat of the afternoon
Clothes drenched and shoes filled with sweat
Last nights long shift makes the body ache
In growing age when the muscle is the only strength
The will like faith growing stronger with each passing day
A disease knocking at the visceral parts of the body
Joints now like the hinges in the machine need oil
Moved in hundreds and like all others
Away from the family and the little ones memory
A letter from the home in need of money
For the doctor’s fee as education is forlorn desire
Minimum wage half robbed by the supervisor
And like a true competition in economics
Out on the metal gates a replacement is waiting
Alienated from the production of the product
Creating surplus for the consumption of the rich
His toils are in the shine of the markets in goods glittering
Unaware of the political upheaval
No care for his welfare
He has no future; his children will also work like him
The power of the muscle, will and faith
He is a laborer who if not given the job
Will go for a daily wage and sleep on the road side
Poverty is his bread, poverty his butter
Poverty that alienates
Poverty the missing link
Poverty the slogan
Poverty it said is loved by the prophets
Poverty it said is gods chosen creed
Poverty the banner
Poverty the tears
Poverty the helplessness
Poverty the consciousness
Break it free
The ordained writing on the book of fate
To bring it down
Open its pages
Remove the names
Of all the people poor
Break it free
The pages they call divine
For divinity is me
Divinity is you
For I shall write
My own destiny
On the book of fate
Up from the skies
Down to the earth
In poverty I will live
But on my own choosing
Break the bond
Of eternal slavery
Poverty
Thou art the bitterest vice
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Enough wealth but no health
I have amassed enough wealth
but not bestowed with good health
I have fine body and healthy mind
permanent weakness with diseases of all kinds
I try to look reasonable as far as possible
something forces me not to be accessible
possible so much wealth stops me to be free?
Like so many heavy fruits laden on tree
All luxury and comforts is at my disposal
I like no suggestions or good proposals
May be inner false strength or pride prevents
Ill feeling coming on fore possibly to vents
I hope and feel there is soul like thing
it urges me to stop and to do something
I lack courage and enough strength
it stops me from going to any length
I have some feelings but can’t express
Read between lines but can’t redress
it may be lacking spirit or not enough?
Prevents me from facing the situation rough
I try to come out of situation with purge
With love and kind gestures to emerge
I still think body is not that strong
Stalls the desire to move and among
Why can’t I lead the ordinary life?
Is the time still not ripe?
Am I destined to be beggar?
Troubles are in store with pills coated with sugar
is it so difficult to come out of cage?
Rewrite complete things with new page?
The body doesn’t allow me to replace rage?
It has passed with youth and now old age
if I can’t be good human being with enough wealth?
Allow me to become ordinary man with good health
it hurts me more than anything else
I shall do it with strong resolve to repulse
It is no use to continue with weak body
Then it will be business of anybody
We will be just reliant on others
Worries may engulf us and bother
Wealth has still important role to play
It can make it easy for any other way
Health is to have little more dominant part
If one has to be healthy to look rally smart
Health and wealth can’t be at anybody’s cost
Both concern us equally in life very most
One can’t be done away with one another
It has to be supplement to each other
Since wealth has failed to deliver the goods
I shall be careful about my intake or food
I may send message through new initiative
Prove to the world with the strength relative
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Are we interested in treating the symptoms of poverty and economic stagnation through income redistribution and class warfare, or do we want to go at the root causes of poverty and economic stagnation by promoting pro-growth policies that promote prosperity?
The problematic child
Necessity is the mother of invention,
People say. Then we can say like that:
Wealth is the mother of comforts,
And poverty, of meanness.
Wealth is the mother of indolence too.
So is poverty, of viciousness.
Wealth and poverty near by
Deliver discontent,
Which is a problematic child.
04.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poverty is not a Calling
Poverty is not a calling,
Even if the priests think it is.
Poverty is a distraction,
The intellectual must think it so.
Think of the books you could have bought
Had you had money,
Or the food you may have eaten
In a posh hotel.
You soak garri in water
And wipe your mouth,
Then put on a fine shirt
So no one will know.
You are a lie - you know you want more;
Chicken dipped in sauce
And maybe some wine too,
But you cannot afford it.
You are ill
And so run to the chemist;
No doctor for you,
A card is three hundred naira.
Pain killers, multivitamins and blood capsules,
You will still have change;
Why then bother with the syringe
Or the bespectacled grave face?
You see?
Poverty denies you the good life;
You cannot do what
Your seeming betters do.
You discover it is a sad state,
Poverty is not a calling;
We both know that,
Even if we pretend not to.
poem by Samuel Nze
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If I Could Change the World
If I could change the world
I would rid the world of poverty
If there was no poverty
There would be no demand for resources
If there was no demand for resources
There would be no need for war
If there was no war
We could live in a state of peace and understanding
If we could understand everyone else
I would not see any bullying or racism
If my ability to influence others grew
None would be without love
If there was an unceasing source of love
There would be no criminals
If there were no criminals
Everyone would be safe, no matter what
Oh! All the things I would do
If I could change the world
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Poverty the Curse
Poverty
Is an baleful curse.
A more terrible curse than the plaque.
Poverty hits innocent lives.
Tears peoples relationships.
Brings you into a black hole.
Poverty is an elixir of depression.
Brings on fearfulness.
Like a malicious dragon.
Poverty is ones worst adversary.
Hard to prevent and slay.
poem by Vega Destiny Star
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I mean, the world has already done a big, big effort to forget debt to countries heavily indebted and with low income. And that has given good chances to countries to get out of poverty.
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The new way of swindling..
Monarch rule the countries with one voice to be heard,
Dictator rules the countries with only his voice to be heard.
Communist rules the countries with voice of the people silenced.
Democrats rule the countries with voice of people maimed.
Accumulation of wealth is the power to the Monarchs,
Accumulation of power is wealth to a dictator,
Accumulation of weapons is a credit to the communists,
Accumulation of credit is a weapon to the democrats.
What a Monarch failed to achieve,
What a dictator miscalculated to propaganda,
What a communist intelligence sublimed to the basic,
That is where the democrats are successful.
Keep the public occupied with debts and sorrow,
Let the people live on the borrowed money,
Let them feel comfortable with gossips and fun,
Let the democratic monarchs evolve from the dust.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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