I bet most of us don't understand what poverty is.
But If you have ever seen
A child step on broken glass,
Wear rags to school,
Then you know what poverty is.

Schools slam doors on children
Whose only crime
Is not carrying silver coins.

Children go to bed with broken ribs,
While others discard feasts into bins.
Do you know how heartbreaking this is?
We shed pity,
But pity cannot fill a plate.

We need to make the world
A place for everyone.
Not all of us must dine on silver spoons —
But at least,no child
Should go to bed
With a noisy stomach.

And if we ever help,
Let it not be for cameras or approval.
For Kindness needs no attention.