We pray with hope but no faith, <br /> Living in dreams or awake <br /> we no know, <br /> All we got is the living soul <br /> That we pray for everyday and every night.<br /><br /> We tell all our worries in stories, <br /> From memories of the old, we reminisce, <br /> On days we room was swept by pain<br /> That made we tears fell like thy rain.<br /><br />Mind awake whiles body asleep<br /> More than most within, taking the mind deep<br /> Poverty is creating my slavery<br /> Poor victims living free in misery.<br /><br />Enoch Owusu Gyamfi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-poor-victims/
