Proverty ...
Enemies of all but life to most people
You make people think ,
You make people feel sad
You make people fear tommorow
You are a friend of all.

Proverty you prevented me from doing things I ought to
You are like a stench that makes me want to leave planet Earth
You are disposed by all,
Yet you are a friend not most people.

With you nobody eats
With you nobody feel free
With you nobody reaches their goal
You are like a thife
You steal bright future
You steal opportunity
Proverty leave there alone
We can leave without you

Oh proverty please leave
So that your brother money will be a friend of all
Please leave so that opportunity can be will be gotten
Please leave so that we Africans can enjoy

We hate you but love your brother
You shake men like thunderstorm
You move men with force like a wave

How I wish you could have a way for your brother money
How I wish little of you can be seen
Oh! proverty.