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A Poverty Presentation - by A. Case and K. Buchan
Poverty Poem - C Costello
A Poverty Presentation - Christina and Erica
Poverty Presentation - Desy and Victoria
Poverty Presentation - Jen and Emily
Poverty Presentation - Tricia and Julia and Kelsey
My Brothers and Sisters in Africa
Theology Project - Revised
"Consideration of the Forsworn"
That hateful, dreadful thing that we hate to admit exists,
Is it really there?
It is witnessed by all, in a way, shape or form
but we decide to just sit there and stare
Are we doing enough in this world of ours
To support the human race?
Can we have the courage, the generosity,
To look upon this needy face?
When will we realize, life's not worth living
Without a worthy and noble cause?
Whether young or old, new or broken
Why can't we just stop all and pause?
All or deepest problems and needs
May never come close to amount
The terror and hate these people recive
What can life be about?
Without a meaning, just lingering there
Trying to find your place
Just knowing when you wake to 'morn's bright shine
You are still in the same bad case
Our mothers scold us, our brothers tease us
Yet we still know deep down there's love
But out on the streets, with little to eat
Hearts are less like our dove*
When laws may run few, but still you obey
The harsh tyrant known as fate
There may be light, there may be hope
Beyond all of this misery and hate
God lends a hand, you may turn him down,
for thoughts and material possessions
But deep down inside, you love him to
But we take from temptations' concessions
Why can't we go back, when man was yet new
And stop our lady** from choosing horribly so?
For if sin was no more, temptations won't prosper,
And our real families' futures will seem to glow
What in our hearts, do we hold steadfast to,
Technology and other things great?
Imagine a world, where everyone mattered,
A world without misery and hate
Through trial and error***, yet nothing earned
But violence and bloodshed galore
At our final confrontation with the Lord himself,
Will we now look at this face in which we bore
Our message of hate, disgust and more?
Will we find our Heaven, on this day's last stand
Or be forced to forever be expelled
We know what we want, life everlasting,
But may achieve this only in Hell
Today's a new day, protest no longer so,
For soon it may be too late
Our brothers are in need; in need of advocacy
Act now or be forced to this fate
*our dove-Jesus, or light
**our lady-Eve, who created sin by stealing the apple
***through trial and error- communism failing many times before and
resulting in wars
[Attached: "Wating on the World To Change"-John Mayer]
Mitchel Clow, section 4
Randi-Leigh Audette and Chelsi- Ann Bezjian Section 6 Poverty Poverty is a big problem in today's world. Poverty isn't only the homeless person you see on the sidewalk, or the person you see picking up cans. Poverty can also be a friend who needs help or someone to talk to. Whether we choose to see poverty and do something about it, is up to us. When most of us think of poverty, we think about someone who doesn't have a sufficient amount of food or water and is without a home. Today, there are about 2.7 billion people, living in poverty, with less then two dollars a day. Many men, women and children in these conditions are dying each day because their family cannot supply enough food for them. About eighteen million people a year, fifty- thousand per day, die due to poverty. There are close to eleven million children that die before they reach the young age of five. Eight hundred million people go to bed hungry every night. Poverty is also someone who is alone or is in need of some kind of help, whether it be emotionally or physically. Sometimes these people lack a part in their life that needs to be fulfilled. These people could be sad, lonely, or looking for someone to love them. We can do small things everyday to make someone's day a little better. How can we help stop poverty? We can donate loose change to a local, non-profit or low profit organization. We can also donate food to a local food pantry. Some everyday things that we all can do are smiling or saying "hi" to someone that looks sad. We could also invite someone to our lunch table if they sit alone. One person can make a dent in the fight to stop poverty, but together we can make a difference. |
Check Mail Compose |
The Little Boy
I see a little boy sitting all alone.
He has no family, he has no home.
All this boy wants to do is hug his parents,
but all he has left is their pictures found in the basement.
Everyday the little boy dreams about his mom's cooking and playing catch with his dad.
The thought of never seeing them again makes him so sad.
The little boy lays in bed at night,
he thinks about seeing his parents faces in the firelight.
The memory comes back into his head over and over again,
when he was at the cemetery and he said goodbye to them.
The little boy misses them so much.
All he wants to do is feel his touch.
All families alike, go through struggles each day,
facing their problems each in their own way.
Just because you are one of the fortunate few, that was born into a well-off home,
doesn't mean that there is nothing you can do.
G. Clemente
L. Lescovich
They Were Still Too Late By. Teresa Paulsen and Theresa Perez
So many people are oblivious to it all
They see them both young and tall
Old and wrinkly, but all are still to skinny.
But what do they do..
Is put them on hold.
They wait another
Just to think of something to say.
But the days fly by and they get hungry,
In each and every country.
Why do they just sit back and wait,
By the end they were still to late.
Many don't even care
Like they don't have a penny to share.
But do they know that's all it can take, just one penny.
To feed the young and the old who are to skinny.
Why do they just sit back and wait,
By the end they were still to late.
So many things we can do..
If anyone is willing to.
If we all help as one,
We could get the job done.
Help the one's who don't have any..
Maybe donate a penny.
Why do they sit back and wait,
By the end they were still to late.
Brice McMahon and Pat Janssen 3/28/07
Theology
Some People have no place to go,
No place to live or call their home,
Family and friends are a no,
They try to survive all alone.
Volunteers set up shelters and donations,
For the satisfying result of helping others,
Accepting all kinds of contributions,
To help our lost sisters and brothers.
Everyday they're still out there,
Sometimes on our mind and but always in despair.
Sunrise, another day,
In a small third floor apartment,
Sparsely furnished, but wait a moment.
Children play, a mothers thinking.
Can't pay the rent.
The pay checks spent.
Where will they stay?
Just another day.
So the kids go to the street,
One ten, one seven, one four.
They beg for change, maybe just a bit more.
On the nasty looks and snide remarks.
Looking for bottles in gutters and cans,
This goes on until it starts to get dark.
They head home with weary feet,
But at least tonight they'll have something to eat.
A loaf of bread and a pound of ham,
Maybe some milk, can you spare it mam?
Sunrise another day.
In two large cardboard boxes,
Under an over pass.
It's early morning, children asleep.
A mother weeps.
Just another day.
A poem by Sarah Pitanillo, and Kristin Landauer
My Brothers and Sisters in Africa are Suffering.
Do You Care?
My brothers and sisters are suffering.
HIV/AIDS is the top killer in Africa. Men and Women are dying at the age of 47 instead of 62. There were 24.5 million HIV cases and 2 million AIDS deaths in 2005.
My brothers and sisters are suffering.
HIV/AIDS is causing a setback in economic activity and social progress. Families can not afford the help or medicine they need, even though they cut out the basic necessities. Families have to depend on us, people they do not know, to send the medicine or money for the medicine they need.
My brothers and sisters are suffering.
Men and women with HIV/AIDS occupy more than half the beds in the hospitals. There is a prediction that my brothers and sisters with HIV/AIDS will soon account for 60-70% of hospital expenses in South Africa.
My brothers and sisters are suffering.
The majority of the infected are between the ages of 15- 49, which is the prime of their working lives. In 2005 6.1% had HIV prevalence. It is predicted that by my graduation year there will be about 18 million orphans with AIDS in Africa. My brothers and sisters in Africa are suffering through HIV/AIDS. Do you care? What can you do to help? What can you do to end the suffering? What will I do?
Written By: Arianna Gaddy-Collington Section: 3
Poverty
A condition of being poor.
The invisible, the ones we choose to ignore.
They are the invisible, living out in the street.
the beaten, the tattered, and the torn.
Forever to be scorned.
Should we stop and think that things aren't want they seem,
but what the world has deemed them to be.
They are the invisible, societies rejects, no one to protect them and no one to care.
They are the invisible, the young and the old.
All desperate souls deserving of so much more.
They are our neighbors no longer to be ignored.
By: Joanna Yusaitis (Section 4) and Katelyn Catricala (Section 3)
Sunrise, another day,
In a small third floor apartment,
Sparsely furnished, but wait a moment.
Children play, a mothers thinking.
Can't pay the rent.
The pay checks spent.
Where will they stay?
Just another day.
So the kids go to the street,
One ten, one seven, one four.
They beg for change, maybe just a bit more.
On the nasty looks and snide remarks.
Looking for bottles in gutters and cans,
This goes on until it starts to get dark.
They head home with weary feet,
But at least tonight they'll have something to eat.
A loaf of bread and a pound of ham,
Maybe some milk, can you spare it mam?
A poem by Sarah Pitanillo, and Kristin Landauer
THEM
By: Sam Clement & Taerim Kim
Having nothing, outside or in; feeling nothing but failure and sin.
Possessions gone, no place to go; grief-stricken, feeling low.
Family gone, money's out; feeling like you've lost life's bout.
There is no answer in your head; feeling spiritually dead.
God has been there the whole time; to his light you are blind.
Should've got an early start; college would've been real smart.
You see your chances fading fast; reminded of your dreadful past.
Walking by, the people stare; you feel helpless, they don't care.
Feel like crying, life is tough; living on the streets is rough.
Feeling like you are enslaved; there is one way to be saved.
A helping hand, money, time; we can save the poorer kind.
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