Sidewalk souls ponder alone inside a city
Drunken by the pains, and evidences of sorrow
Asking for a little change that they could borrow
Wondering if there would be a tomorow

Honestly, the true, and sincere fact is that--
Poverty is not really a joke, and in fact--
Something has to be done pretty soon
Or our functioning world will end in a boom

Abandonment by society for the lack of funds
Unconstitutional for the wrongs this world has done
Employment wows can lead to unfortunate shelters
Endamaging a life a person could once handle

If the struggles of a population could not be met
How much more cooler, can this world actually get?
I'd assume that the conscious of society hadn't died?
But just how many tears, will people have to cry?

Forbodes of intrigue make a country wonder
About that misleading fallacies that put man under
Umbrellas of hopelessness, destruction, and dispair
A place strictly for ridicule where nobody cares

Hopelessness does still exsist in the land of the free.
Laid out coldly, on a street corner named poverty.
In a place where lives crumble away, and die.
Could be my life, or your life, at the drop of a dime.

In these days and times when the economy is down.
Families ending in dimay, heartbroken, and unsound
Bound for the pitfalls, pressures, and dooms of a spell.
Treading shallow waters, within this shark havened hell.

Frost bitten hysterias are lingering ever so graceful.
Upsetting your stomach, to the point where it's distasteful. .
A cruel and harsh society this country has become--
The character of this nation, was once upon a time unsung.