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, and
Of death.
The innumerable subjects of yours
Subjugated are
By
The powerful heartless few
Who
Their ruthless decrees:
Of cruelty
Of indifference
Of reconsideration, and
Of shameful exploitation have been
For centuries unmercifully
Applying,
Grinding your subjects in
Their shameful mills
Of fathomless greed,
Always,
Taking for themselves the lions share, first,
And then for more are they asking,
While
The deprived multitude of starving
Women, men, and children
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
That their dream of satiety
Will ever come alive!
Oh, poverty,
Don’t ask me how did I come
The needy and your grimy nature so
Well to know
But
If I were ever to be asked,
Here is my reply:
I know you, oh poverty so well,
For
Since my birth, a loyal subject of yours
I have been and
Still, a subject of yours,
I REMAIN!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 February 2013
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013
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