Image From the Dark

THE IMAGE FROM THE DARK It crawls gradually in haste with all it has No fame and yet able to alter the way we live Once it comes, it demeans, embarrasses and mutilate And we do cry all day, all time, cursing Oh fate what have you done Poverty! That is fate, you! A thwart Life in pieces of rugs and hunger Surviving like fallen Lucifer from Heaven Always not successful … I ask He wants to know They contemplates Is poverty a sign of fate? So, Let be on the run Help me to fight poverty, the image from the dark Bringing down the curtains of “wishes” So we cross the desert of life together Running to God a freed men from the dark, not poverty.