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1Poor child (by Dolapo Oyeleye 10D)Rain at nightBut no roof in sightIts a pityThere is no place at the charity I hope someone can come and be kind to a wretched childSnow on the streetBut no shoes on my feetMy belly wrigglingI hear the rich man gigglingBut I am shiveringI hope someone can come and be kind to a poor childNothing to do all dayDont own a telly So hungry No food in my bellyI hope someone can come and be kind to a dejected childGraph . . .(Zainab & Pampam 9Y)Flies go around meI dont blame themIm killed with fleasIm a walking mayhemIve never had a birthdayI dont know what Christmas isMaybe its about when people betrayGod so it would often cross my wayNever mind all thisToday is a new dayA new blissA new roadwayI will arise Against all oddsForget all the criesTrust me it would soon be applausePoverty is horrible

(Zainab & Pampam 9Y)Poverty is horriblePoverty is hungerPoverty is frightfulPoverty is my loverI wake up each morningWith a smile on my faceWait . . . I achingI wish I could just eraseMy mother is lovingMy father is dangerousMy brother is bafflingMy sister is boisterousWe dont have proper foodNeither a shelterIts like its tabooedBut hey, we still enterI dont have many clothesI drink from a small tapWhere dirty water always flowsMore or less a death trapIm bruised all overI guess its because I work for several hoursIn the mine searching for silverAt the end very little to devourIt makes me sad(Deborah Ogo-Emmanuel)

When I think of itIt makes me sadAnd think deepWhat should I do?Mothers cryingBabies dyingSuffering everywhereJust hoping someone would helpSadness resultingFor being forsaken or abandonedDesolate ! this atmosphere of povertyThen I give it a thinkHelp is neededAll around mePoverty needs to stopEradicate it nowPoverty( Todun Soetan, 7D)

Drive past in your fancy carDodging people on the hot coal-tarShouting at the poop peopleIf you dont know you them fell smallInside their heartIs a money chartLook at the money weve got todayIt cannot buy a straw-tray

May I then buy some nice foodBut all the shops are really rudeThe way I dress the way I smellMakes all the girls want to yellHello people, can you help me pleaseCome on Im on my kneesDeath by desperation ( Todun Soetan, 7D)

I really want to dieI dont even want to tryAnymore. I might as well splatter on the floorI ve never even ridden a trainI can never be whole againMy children went awayYes, to the sky they made their way Today, today, I have no payI can beg or I could just lay On the tarI have a reason To commit treasonKill the kingTake his gold ringMe would no moneyIt would be funny The upRunWe can eradicate povertyIf we can part with some of our moneyEnter a third world countryMaybe it will make you drop your tea!

Poverty poem(Todun Soetan, 7D)

Put on the stove but nothings thereOn this stove is just airVia this stove is a chairEnter this room thats the only thing thereRound the corner is a roomThis room is a makeshift tombYo! Why dont you care Run up the stairs oh! There are no upstairs u p s t a I r s ! no are there Stairs Oh! Poverty, a murderer(Grace & Chiemela, 9C)

Poverty, a murderous stingThat makes villagers cry out to the kingMakes the poor tremble and fallLike a thief caught in a market stallEvery day they die in darkness trying to make an endAnd they think to themselves when will this misery amend?They stretch their hand to call for helpAnd all they get is the bark of a whelpThey try to run . . . run far away But they end up dead and their bodies decayTheir efforts are wasted struggling in vain You can still hear the wind blowingCracking like a caneLook around you poverty is everywhereYou can make a difference if you really care POVERTY, (by Omar Ibrahim, 8Y)

Pain, suffering, hunger All things we hateBut for a poor manWho knows when he last ate

Forced to steal for his survivalOn the edge of suicideNothing left except a bleak futureSad, hopeless, dejected 18.10.2011Poverty(Adaobi & Adeola, 9C)

All around me Hunger and povertyI live a life of luxuryAble to pay my dowryI think to myselfWhat can I do to help?Should I keep it in?Or bring it out?People die each dayOthers go out and playOur world is in desolationI wonder, is God happy with this nation?I ask myself What can we do?We can have a fund-raiserOr give a gift or twoPoverty(Adaobi & Adeola, 9C)

But what good will that do?So I think againThere must be moreI cant just sleep and snoreSo I will riseOut of the dark and into the lightStand upright without a fightAnd I will fightGive a voice to the voicelessClothe the nakedFeed the hungryAnd teach the illiterateThese though first stepsTo eradicate povertyIt might take a whileBut we will achieve a goal.Poverty (Lisa Oguike,7D)

PovertyThe invisible killerThe pain felt by allPovertyIt creeps through your doorSilent but lethalMaking the rich poorTogether we will eradicate itPoverty Like a thief in the nightIt makes life miserablePoverty Causing starvationBringing death throughout the nationSeeming indestructibleTogether we will eradicate itPoverty poem (Tobenna Uruakpa, 7D)

Poverty is a smelling sore But it can be treatedIf we come togetherIt will be extirpatedPeople sufferFrom day to nightWe can only uniteAnd make things rightFamilies sleep on the streetAnd have no foodBut people that are richCan make it goodSo give it your bestAnd it wont go in vainThen we can restAnd good life gainPoverty - A piercing cry(Sandra Nwankwo & Tofarati Alabi)

A piercing cry in the distanceOf night another death perhapsThe soul of men not at restFrom suffering day after dayChildren screaming mothers wailing Starvation another day has begunOh! Supreme One hear our cryAnd help us through this pilgrimageMen sweating in the field Slaves under scorching SunFamine thou deadly threat upon mankindA meal a day is a blessing when we findEducation is out of question All we can do is be contentHelp us through this to get . . . to our place of restTake away our burdens . . . for eternity Soon your gift of a brighter life Will come and last us through this revolutionPoverty - Grace (Teleola Adelusi 7D )

Rains downpour on me . . . and on my childWith no shelter or food Multiple tears tell a story of poverty . . . meek and mildA decade since my sole child was taken from meTo work in a fireworks company its child labour . . . you may saySame happens here as I cry to Thee Lord to TheeIn my room full of nothingSurrounded by pitch-obscure airDepressed, alone, in my misery In a bleak cuddle rapt Homeless, poor I was kidnappedWalking on the road with torn clothesThe road of lifes terrible bolt of povertyLa Pauvret(Teleola, 7D)

Poverty was my home in SudanPauvret ma demeure au SoudaneRaised in misery and sadnessEleve dans la misere, dans la tristesseIve never played ball Ive never had friendsJamais jou le ballon jamais eu damisFriend of unfortunate events of life Amie de tout maux de la vieWhen I was fiveQuand javais cinq ansMy dad committed suicideMon pere sest suicidMy tooth rots because of the life and timeMa dent pourrit dans cette vie que je vivoteAnd days and nights of tearsJours et nuits de larmesI began to work when I was sevenJai commenc a travailler a lage de sept ans

Shipped to India among other slavesMis en bateau parmi dautres esclavesTrading with nothing but coalVendeuse du charbonAnd eating once a dayNe mangeant quune fois par jourLife was harder when I was tenLa vie devint plus dure des ma cinquieme anneWe were in Saudi Arabia Nous tions en Arabie du SaudiI was fetching dirty waterJapportait de leau saleWhen I was kidnapped and rapedQuand on ma prise et violeAs I look back these memoriesQuand jy pense aujourdhuiFrom slavery to the death of my motherDe lesclavage a la mort de ma mereJhabite dans la pauvret

To let go or to hold on(by Maxwell Ogbiji)

O the green glimmer of apples in the orchardLamps in a wash of rainO the wet walk of my brown hen through the stack yardO tears on the window-pane!Nothing now will ripen the bright green applesFull of disappointment and of rainBlackish they will taste, of tears, when the yellow dapplesOf autumn tell the whitened tale againPoverty describes them allNo man wills to rise and fallAll around the yard its cluck! My brown henCluck! And the rain-wet wingsCluck! My marigold bird and againCluck! For your yellow darlingsFor a gray rat found the gold thirteenHuddled away in the darkFlutter for a moment, oh, the beast is quick and eenExtinct one yellow-fluffy spark!Corruption is not good my dearFor poverty will strike I fearOnce I had a lover bright like running waterOnce his face was open like the skyOpen like the sky looking down in all its laughterOn the buttercups, and the butter-cups was iWhat then is hidden in the skirts of all the blossom?What is peeping from your skirt, o mother hen? Tis the sun that asks the question, in a lovely haste for wisdomWhat a lovely haste for wisdom is in men!Thus poverty is miseryBut all that is mysteryPoverty(Tam Ayo-Famola)

Walking down the streetHope you had a nice dayI bet these children didntIf it were not for povertyTheir lives would be gayThe look in their eyes after a week without foodIs it not enough for you to do goodLittle things you can do to helpGive a biscuit or twoOr even a bit of helpPoverty- a threat, a big problemBut if we do our partWe can flick it away like a cobwebSo come on! Make a startTake a stand up against poverty

An ink stain(Tobi Akinrinmade, 9C)

Poverty, a blotted ink stain of truthA defiant blur upon us youthOur lives are at standstill This world disaster Would it ever go awayOr heal with time In an enormous plasterWhat a whirlpool poor children die every day of terrorIf only we could give a helping hand to our dear very nationsIt should beA bright sunny day with everyone treated the sameNo glamour no beauty not even fameEveryone giving a helping hand so we can all have a healthy future Not a shade of griefPoor village children on the same table as the presidentIn my mind see them settled as V.G.C. residentsEnvision with me that beheaded foe eradication of povertyA reality to come through care, love and loyalty Golden Watch(Tobin Akinrinmade, 9C)

Silver, Golden watches Gait and stride taken with such confidencePoise like a pop star enough to make us shiverMany of us might even quiverOpportunity peeping once in a lifetime Best to grab while you canGreed keeps hands from spending a dimeOn the other side of lifeMosquitoes buzzing up and downBlood curling spiders dancing round and roundKwashiorkor and HIV ruling the landSorrowful struggles to soften sad life Every time someone looses that helping handThey long for the white to come and take precedenceThey believe this would help them A young girl is looking for her motherTime goes by tick tock and sadly yet anotherThis is the reality of their life This deep stab with a sharp knifeAs we can see. Poverty is one-facedWe can all make a difference In this worldIf we keep up with itSlow but steady-paced. Poor child part 2 (Adenike 7D)

You lie down to sleep againYou feel cold drops on your bodyUrgh! You get up againYou cant sleep for you die of fever You remember it doesnt rain but it poursYes indeed, it doesPoverty, poverty why let me suffer?Let me dieI go to church I hear the preacher sayGive and you shall receive But I say, what do the rich Give that they receive so much?I ponder I wonder it so muchAs though my head will burstThough some rich help the poorSo many just dont careSo I wonder what do some richGive that they receive so much?If I ever get out of this povertyI would fight against thisFor it is no light situationThe poor deserve some dignityI say we should slay this monster once and for allFor all our worries to be gone.

Dans la souffrance(Tola Ajayi, 7D)

All of you rich people Vous tous, les richesLet me tell you, rich peopleEcoutez-moi, vous qui etes richesWho squander wealth any howQui gaspillent vos biens comme vous voulezHow it feels to be poor Imaginez-vous vous-memes pauvresThence it will prick your conscience Alors il vous pntrerait dans lameWhen you waste Providences moneyChaque fois que vous gaspillez largent de la ProvidenceAt 3 years old I was introduced to my fateA lage de trois ans jai t prsent a mon sortBorn into poverty Ne dans la pauvretBorn into child labourNe dans le labeur denfanceRun early morning into the seaCourir tot le matin jusqua la merScarce water carry heavy on my headLourde sur la tete leau manquanteRun back and forth heavy water-pot on headCourir ca et la grand pot deau lourde sur la teteMy little legs go on a-wobbling under heavy loadPetits pieds chancellant sous le fardeau pesantWater heading home in my feeble motionLeau va chez moi lentement douloureuxQuaking water pours on my boney backPot emu verse leau sur mon dos ossToo little reaches home Peu de leau atteint ma demeure Disappointment fills my eyesLa deception se lit sur mes yeuxOh, why me?Ah! Pourquoi moi?Povertys passenger on a very long drivePassage de la pauvret sur ce long cheminOff to my morning workA ma besogne de matin je quitteSelling tattered shoes to the few folksVendant des chaussures uses au petit nombreWho bother to give me a second glance De gens qui me jettent un deuxieme clin doeil

Oh, what fate this life mine!Ah! Quel sort, quelle vie!All of you look at meVous tous, regardez moiEradicate povertyEradiquez la pauvretEliminate itEliminez laExtirpate it Dracinez laStand up for fight against povertyLevez-vous pour lutter contre la pauvretFor all the African children that sufferAu benefice des enfants africains qui souffrentFight and kill it that demon calledLuttez pour le tuer, ce dmon qui sappelleP O V E R T Y!!La PAUVRETELa Pauvret(Class-made poem led by M. C C Anidiobu)

La pauvret est tristeTellement misrableDe souffrir Sans espoirDe penserQue la mortEst a la porte

La pauvret produit les orphelinsEntendre les pleurs des enfantsVoir leurs larmesCa cest coeurant!Poverty eradicated (C C Anidiobu) French teacher

Larks exultant hover above The magnanimity of a smiling citadelWool-flakes dropping whiteChase wilted owlsPathos pats tingled facultyThoughts peer poignant overcome Tonight unlike others Starvation and its lethal swordErstwhile sending some soulsTo the dark beneath - beyond the ethereal My legs hurt(Tola A ?)

My legs hurtAll around my body I feel cutsSearching for food for weeksAt every shop I see I take a peekA birth in it is the curse of lifeCan make you not get a wifeBecause everywhere you goPeople would always knowBecause it will always showMany try to leave it behindBut some fall deeperMany die daily from itWhile others wait for a helperWe all have to join handsEveryone of their kindTo eradicate itWith everything we havePoverty is the problemLike a cancer upon potentialLet us stop itFor a better tomorrow POVERTY IS NO JOKE(Adaeze Abanum, 8Y)

Poverty ! Its no jokeCarries no fun Totally bad to live inWhat do I do?Hungry every day No money for foodNo sleepNo waterEyes reddened by starvationStomach rumbling in emptinessHead aching Body weakPoverty makes children cryThey die each dayIt makes parents sadOh, please, give them money and means34The Bad Luck of Poverty(Chinenye Nelson-Moore)

Looking out my windowSeeing little children fightingOver a half eaten piece of breadI look at myself and thinkWhat can I do?I can sit here and clinch at my moneyOr go down thereAnd give them something to eatWhat would you doIf you were me?Now I realise..I have everything I needI can helpSomehowI may not eradicate povertyOn my ownBut I knowThey need our help

35Death Around the Corner(Tamilore Ayo-famola 7D) The reaper walking up my laneIve imagined it time and time againThere is no hope for my worldNo one can deliver meNot even the LordId better tell my dog to start digging my graveFor here is death andIts time to say the prayer that I have long time saved - That no one will suffer what I have gone throughEspecially not you.At the edge of the forest(Tamilore Ayo-famola 7D)

At the edge of the forestIn the dead of the nightYou can hear the blood curdling howls of the wolvesAnd see the eagle swoop to catch its unsuspecting preyAt the edge of the forest There is a lake that glistens like sapphireWhere the sleek-furred otters lodge byAt the edge of the forest The Bobcat sleepsAnd the field mice must be on their guardAt the edge of the forestThe sun slowly risesAll is quiet for now8/11/2011