They call them poor because They don't have money or anything That is sufficient to them and to their families, It's not one's mistake to be poor anytime Simply because that there are reasons Behind one's poverty, These poor people are greatly and wonderfully Nice and pretty like us, Days have made them poor, so It was not their choice anytime, They have great love in their hearts To all people around them, They never look at other people With envy or with disdain Simply because they are good people, Their miserable eyes explain Their plight in our world... It's poverty that remains a great plight To those people who live on the sidewalks, Under the bridges, among the tombs, ...., and anywhere, .. That poverty is a cruel monster That breaks hearts when seeing people Waiting for a hand to give or any charity's help, These poor people are our brothers and They are our sisters, so Why don't we keep them happy and well? ! ______________________________________________________________________

MOHAMMAD SKATI

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