We Are the Forgotten

Calvin Henaku, Class of 2015

People prone to derision

Who can only dream to envision

A world where there is a way

To not worry from day to day


Others look around with shattered sight

Ignorant of our plight

The cycle of the impoverished

To which millions of people are chained


Others think it’s not their fault

Think they’re powerless to stop the assault

Some they see on the streets

But most are discreet


The latter struggle to provide

For children, family in which we see pride

Poverty rages on all levels

From extreme to slight


But it is not any less profound

And always hard to understand

What we go through

They’ll never know


They’ve taken a step

But where are we left

When others forget

The ones left bereft


A dearth of hope

Left with fear

Of an intimation

For another generation


We're filled with desperation

Mixed with exasperation

And are left grasping

For a future that's collapsing

Are we condemned

Condemned to bear poverty without end

Poverty is running rampant

But society controls to what extent


It’s easy to think

But harder to feel

The pain and struggle

Of those in the extreme


Swollen nights alone with cold

Always left out of the fold

Often living without care

Except on occasions which are rare

The wheels are turning

Poverty is running

We are starving

And it’s not stopping


We are the forgotten

We are forsaken

We all have lives

We all have stories

We can never forget

Never forget the adversities we’ve met

Our struggles...unforgettable

The memories indelible


Imagine the pain of that special day

Where we have a baby

And the feel of the heartbreak

When it’s given away for its own sake


Moments meant golden

Just left as a token

that function

As a reminder of compunction


Poverty isn’t just a state of being

It's wondering

Will I eat tomorrow

Or will we even have a place to stay


That all those tangled

Will be extricated

From the web of impoverishment

Which is forever extant


Who are we?

It’s not easy to see

But keep your eyes opened

And you might be surprised


We are the forgotten

We know we’re not remembered

But we still have hope

That one day, that might change