I see children missing school because they are ill;
their families can't pay for heating or food.
They worry about the doctor's bill;
but they refuse to be sad or brood.
They are the generation of poverty.
I hear a man playing the blues,
he lives down on state street.
He sleeps on a bench with no jacket or shoes
and begs so he can eat.
He is the voice of poverty.
I talk to a woman only to find
she lost her job and her son is blind.
She has no car and is losing her home
God, why must she fight alone?
She is the face of poverty.
I see local places shutting down,
people homeless in this town.
Boarded up buildings and police fighting gangs
students trying to study; feeling hunger pangs.
This isn't China, Africa or India; it's the USA
It's southern California; the land of opportunity.
Yes the outlook is rather gray,
but can be solved with just a little unity.
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