Cycles of Poverty by Shira Breen

The cycle of discriminatin
is taking over the nation.
Red-lining, homelessness, hunger, and pain,
Is there really anything to gain?
A sense of security, the pursuit of happiness,
The country is losing of its classiness.
Unjust systems closing doors
To the weak, the different, the unknown, and the poor.
Laws washing away the dreams of tomorrow,
There is no more money to borrow.
As hunger and poverty spread everywhere,
The rich drink champagne and put gel in their hair.
Wealthy children flunk their classes
While those without options see through different glasses
Depression, alcoholism, and suicide rates grow,
And the country’s education levels begin to slow
The cycle continues to affect us all,
Will we let it make us fall?
Stop, look up from the tears on your face
There’s hope, you haven’t yet lost the race.
Motivation and perspiration are key to success,
Wake up from your sleep filled with uselessness.
Stand up for your voice and your thoughts and your rights,
Soon you will begin to see the lights.
You can do it, you have the power,
And don’t forget to smell the flowers.

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