How can you say we are rich,
when we have no food?
we scurry about and shriek
like rats in search of water.
Our bodies are dry,withered branches
our skin has become pale like the grey sky
we no longer since and dance
for we live in poverty
Our ancestors have always said
"we are blessed by the gods"
where are they now? have they no mercy?
bestow on us some affluence
Is it not true that we once glowed
under the shimmering sun?
we sang and rejoiced and grew fat.
but now our riches have disappeared
and we live in poverty.
© The poets voice~~~ October 2008, All rights reserved.