Khanyiso Manuku Poet Abecedarian

Poverty

You hurt, poverty, but i don't hate you
You have mental illness, and misery and pain are your diagnosis 
You're an issue in life! unbearable in a world of abundance
You're the biggest prison in the world, which is uncomfortable,
but you also give me methods to console myself.

You're a transient state, a situation to others, but you often pose challenge.
you keep finding enjoyment in crime scenes, and the only thing that makes you beautiful is you give us the will to work hard to overcome poverty
You're not intractable ache

though the effects of the are felt,
you are a masterfully designed creation  of God  
Though the economic pain is felt
Poverty you not just a word.

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Beata Agustin February 12, 2025 at 9:30 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day.