POVERTY

Written by: Demetrios Trifiatis

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