Impoverished Kid

Location

Cold nights

Long days

Outbursts

Fights

Uncountable tears

 

Status quoes

Authority figures as foes

Unacceptance

Numerous ununderstandable fears

 

But I guess that’s just the plate you’re passed

I guess thats just the cards you’re delt

I guess it’s just the role you play

 

Tears that wash the night away

Tears that merge into day

Turns your sunshine into gray

But I guess that’s just the role you play

 

A sad song never heard

A crushed spirit

Visions blurred

But I guess that’s just the cost

Another soul is lost

 

I guess that’s just the burden you must carry

I guess it’s just the road you must tarry

I guess it’s just the pain you must feel

I guess it’s just the scar that won’t heal

I guess that’s just the struggle you must go through

the troubles that engulfs you,

the riches that will spurn you.

Watch out or they will burn you

 

But I guess that’s just the life,

The life you have to live

when you grow up an impoverished kid.

 

But that is just the life

the life you have to live,

when you’re nothing more than an impoverished kid.

 

Honestly, I would not change poverty. I don't truelly think anyone could if they tried. Their are even religions were the end goal is to have no earthly posessions, thus being impoverished. However, I would change greed. The greed that allows someone to afford a multi-million dollar house with a multi-million dollar gate around it to keep the unwashed masses away. Meanwhile children are dying of hunger only a few miles away. That is what I would change.

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