Plight of the poor
In a world of riches, poverty is
obscene. Not many of those
blessed with the goodies of
the earth, care for the wretched of
the earth. Yet they exist and look-
ing, the other way does not erase
their world of neglect.

for me, now,
I need no compassion from you.
But repair my old hut,
Let me be where I belong
Where I can call mine, even if I would
not be accepted.
There is no place like home,
Home is sweet…
Ishaq Isma'ila Haruna