Faith Vs Poverty
Peta Morris, Grade 9
Poverty and disease has invaded my life,
It’s left my bones and mind in a limitless strife.
My family have disappeared into the endless night,
While I’m still waiting for my shining armour knight.
Everyday my body starts to shrink,
As the rotten food continues to stink.
Even though the dirty water fills me with disgust,
It stops me from turning into dust.
My eyes want to cry out a river,
But I know I’m not a quitter.
But now my guardian angel, a volunteer, has finally arrived,
And she’s taken me to a place where everyone can thrive.
Even though I only have clothes and not a scholar,
It is okay since it only cost someone’s donated dollar.