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An Impossibly Curable Disease

Living my life barely passing by

Just trying to make ends meet.

It certainly doesn't help that I'm shy

This shyness leads me to being beat

Out of a good life, of a job and so I sit here all day

Praying and hoping and wishing while knowing that from poverty I cannot escape.

Pleading for someone to help me

Put a bit more food on my plate.

I am so deep down in poverty

That I just want to quit

From life. I want to die

Then all this suffering will end.

I have reached the point where I don't want to try

Too many problems that I cannot mend.

 

Poverty is a disease that spreads and spreads

If not treated quickly it can lead to death.

It is a disgusting, repulsive, and horrid thing

And Canada tries to act so clean.

The government continues to fail to see

The needs of those living in poverty.

 

Playing as some country where everyone is nice

Global citizens huh? Yeah right.

How can you help other people when we are helpless ourselves?

There are people crying and pleading and begging for help

And you turn the cold shoulder, leave them to die

Maybe give them a small sum of money, then its goodbye.

Not everyone chooses poverty, it's sometimes handed to them

And what they need most is a helping hand.

So why aren't we helping those people in need?

Us global citizens, whats with all the greed?

The money is useless if it lasts a few days

They can be helped in so many more ways.

The biggest help they can get is to be given a chance

To rise above their problems, just help them stand.

So easy yet, so little is done

You deserve an award, government of Canada.

Just smile for the camera, make us look good

Don't do the right thing, don't do what you should

 

I guess poverty has just spread too fast

And it's not our fault if our help won't last.

We did our best, gave them some money

If you wanted to be successful, you would have done so already.

It's not my fault you are the poorest of the poor

So please don't come knocking at my door.

I can't offer any help, I have done enough

And if you don't leave me alone I'll call the cops.

 

Yes A for effort, well at least you tried

My suffering will end, for soon we will die.

If only I had a chance to try

to pick myself up, I would still be alive.

I received some money and I'm real grateful

But a chance would have made me feel real hopeful.

 

The only cure from this disease that is called poverty

Is the one that was never given to me.

A free gift, a chance was all I asked

But I got a small sum of money instead.

If only, if only, if only I say

I wouldn't be where I am today.

A chance, just a chance and nothing more

The chance to pick myself and my family up to soar.

I could have done it too if given the chance

**** this feeling of being helpless.

 

Poverty, a disease that spreads and spreads

And I am real disappointed it has led to death.

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Apr 3, 2013
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