I
Imagined this future
in
drips and
drabs
In
tiny torn fabrics
Weaved by thought
Backed by conciousness
I
Imagined this future
And
Slowly
but
surely
it came
I
Imagined this future
in
drips and
drabs
In
tiny torn fabrics
Weaved by thought
Backed by conciousness
I
Imagined this future
And
Slowly
but
surely
it came
Poverty is not new to us.
Those who have tasted it.
Those who have sacrifised land and limb
Poverty is not new to us
Poverty is not new to those who know
How to run chasing the railway
Believing that this is the only way
Poverty is not new to those who know
Poverty is the daily life
The daily bread for dark skin
As if a curse for being burnt
By the sun in its daily life
Poverty is a sin
That one must pay
Ever so dearly
The rising cost
Poverty is not new to me
Dare you not show me
Feeding children from malnutrition
Else tell me to change the situation
Our hearts no longer bleed for it’s nothing new
The struggle is what we know
Perhaps it is all we will know
Poverty and nothing new
Even as the oppressor tries
Shows me news of Mexican children
Feeding on empty, dirty bins
I feel no worries
For poverty is something I already know