Does anyone have poems about poverty or war?
here is one of my own poem about poverty POVERTY Poverty of love forced me to love I loved and love forced me to hate Poverty led me to the life of beggars Beggary led me to the essence of life My heart has poverty of fair blood My soul lacks heart without blood Poverty has demolished my flesh It banished atoms of my existence hope you liked it Zahid from Pakistan
What good is a war Where the innocent die Where people can’t sleep While bombs fill the sky Where people can’t say their prayers before bed Because of the noise of warplanes overhead What good is a war where the gutters flow red Where a baby stops crying because it is dead What good is a war when the bare necessities are gone And in spite of all this, the war still goes on.
