Poverty is Like Surviving a War

Rhannan rings
like a bell in the night.
Homelessness is a state of mind.
All children crying in the desert
With no water or food.
Send water and food
To my children, said God.
They are in war times.
Mothers and babies,
Being separated from their dad.
Sometimes dad must flee,
He’s fighting a terrible war.
I just can’t see any way out.
Bombers and tanks are
Racing through
The small villages,
Killing everything in sight.
A mother puts her hands
Over her baby’s eyes and
Prepares to die.