Politics Poem

It’s so hard living in a third world country

That even if I somehow happened to win a lottery,

I’ll still be living in a poverty that assaults my country.
It’s an irony that a land filled with milk and honey,
Still cries “no money”,
With it’s leaders becoming millionaires every second,
And the people, poorer every minute,
Thus making the leaders billionaires every hour,
And the people paupers every day.
A nation that sighs and cries for debt relief,
Deceiving the world to believe in it’s grief,
But in reality, the leaders are living in luxury,
Embezzling without thinking of me -,
A poor, poor child with no hopes of being who I want to be.
It’s so hard living in a third world country

That even if I somehow happened to win a lottery,

I’ll still be living in a poverty that assaults my country
Reflections Of A Third World Child by Nnamdi Osu @FamilyFriendPoems

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