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POVERTY
POVERTY
Poverty,
Merciless ruler of billions,
Your empire of want, across the globe
You have stretched
AS
In your unpitying passage,
No village
No town
No city
No nation
No continent is left
Unoccupied
By your
Ruthless forces:
Of suffering
Of Misery
Of agony
Of despair
Of death.
The innumerable subjects of yours
Subjugated are by
The powerful heartless few
Who
Their ruthless decrees:
Of cruelty
Of indifference
Of inconsideration and
Of shameful exploitation have been
For centuries unmercifully
Applying,
Grinding your subjects in
Their shameful mills
Of fathomless greed,
Always,
Taking the lions share, first, and then
For more are they asking,
While
The deprived multitude of starving
Men
On empty stomachs they march
The
Horrid enemy of starvation to face
On
Famine’s unforgiving front of death,
Wishing thus
To die in the battle of survival with dignity,
Than
In agony to live another day
Without
Hope for dreams of
Satiety!
Oh, poverty,
Don’t ask me how did I come
The needy and your
Grimy nature so well to
Know,
Cause
If I were ever to be asked,
Here is my reply:
So well poverty I know you,
FOR
Since birth, a loyal subject of yours
I have been and
Still, a subject of yours,
REMAIN!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 February 2013
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