Poverty in America

If I give you a 50 will you remember me,
Or remember your pain from lack of sovereignty,
My dignity,
Can't help to see you struggle,
Feeling myself about to weep,
Because in my beautiful city,
People live below poverty,

Your sorrow,
I harbor with me,
Tell the truth,
I wish God would bless you monetarily,

America you telling me,
We can fund wars,
But can't find people,
Food to eat,

Black people are free,
But the homeless,
Will never be free indeed,
I wonder if everyone lend a dollar,
Will he or she have a place to sleep,
Or place to eat
Written by @LJS_Writings

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