I Know What Poverty IS

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I know where poverty is. 

I have seen him with my two eyes, a rich thing.

It is in the little stores cracked into my heels

Where we store devalued coins sometimes.  

It is on the ribs of my little brother

Bold, bulging, and dauntingly sharp.

It is in the bowed old shack that is my mother’s hearth  

Awaiting the wind’s command to give in and fall.

It is in the two black eyes seeping through my school dress,

Through which my backside breathes.

 

I know how poverty feels,

A constant nagging cry of insufficiency.

It is the dream valley whose sands drag the feet backwards,

It is the dejected face reprimanded undeservedly,

It is the violent terror that carries no weapons,

It is the fear of consuming a meal placidly

Because tomorrow is not assured.

It is the pain of inequality

That sends you drooling over a neighbour’s meal.

That drives away the shame of mockery.

 

Well, this poverty I have seen,

Is nothing compared to the one yonder.  

Of the wealthy man, whose son’s torso dangled, dead.

Whose wife stole away with the driver

Whose compound is devoid of laughter.

We decry the poverty from without

But this wealthy man’s poverty, I don’t envy.

The poverty within.



Sr. Esther Koros 

0726179789 

Comments

  1. Anonymous7 October 2022 at 17:33

    It encourages me .To keep moving

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  2. Eve Marete7 October 2022 at 17:34

    Beautiful beautiful work SR..u r blessed..u share the love through sharing knowledge.. keep up dear

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  3. Anonymous7 October 2022 at 17:48

    Fighting poverty one step at a time

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  4. Anonymous7 October 2022 at 18:39

    Lovely surreal and relatable

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  5. Anonymous7 October 2022 at 18:46

    Yes

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  6. Barnaba Tirop7 October 2022 at 19:17

    Well done, continue composing!

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  7. Gladys Jeptallam8 October 2022 at 07:19

    Kazi safi

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  8. Anonymous11 October 2022 at 15:04

    Well done Sr. Esther.

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