Make Poverty History

Poverty, a word, A cause
A journey with no applause

Poverty
So many speak, too few listen
Pound in the tin, Conscience in pocket

Poverty
A cudgel taken up on my behalf
They take my voice, Ignore my words

Poverty
Level the scales balance the need
Enough for everyone No time for greed

Poverty
The latest dance, do you hear the rhythm?
Do you know the rhyme?

Poverty
Words that explode, none of them are mine
Poverty to History, Injustice will not confine

Poverty
Make poverty History’ sounds so divine
If it sooths your conscience, fine

Poverty
I should be grateful shouldn’t I?
Not raise questions, but learn to die

Poverty
Sweet charity, Blind Indifference
Do you know me, Can you see me
Will you hear me
Poverty.

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Today, i’m so happy to see that what i had contributed years ago has help others so much. I live in a Malay village, my family is among the very few Chinese residents in this area. Right from my grandparents’ time, this house has stood proudly on this piece of land for more than 30 years, surrounded by our Malay brothers and sisters. I remember donating a lot of stuff to my poor neigbours’ children, who can’t afford to go to schools. Sometimes, i would spend some time tutoring them, for free of course. Today, i was so happy to meet some of them, most are now successful. One now owns a shop, one a teacher and one a successful business. We talked about some interesting stories when we were young and innocent and tears fell down their cheeks…mine too….all in the name of happiness that money can’t buy.