An Artistic Poem About Poverty
An Artistic Poem About Poverty
An Artistic Poem About Poverty

A forgotten poem about poverty

Rising from that mortal tone, there came a latent tepid voice;
With tenor sweet but thus oppressed: from beneath the splendid
Golden sheaves of wealth–held by myriad ignorant kings, with
Castles grand built up in their proud domains; looking deeper
Past the hue, I saw the rue: alleyways tumbled with grime, with structures humbled in time; I saw them milling, covered in slime: Poverty, stricken and forgotten.
That voice cried out with sweet repose: a putrid smell wrapped up
In rose; “Come hither man, broaden thy view!”

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