Poverty

POVERTY Poverty stalks my dreams in the night As he walks on the beach, 'tween tides of time He shelters in shadows, away from the light And thou I can't see him, he follows my line And nothing I do will make him take flight But as he circles, sheltered in shade I wander along to his old Devil song And hear him and fear him and feel so afraid For I wonder to whom my soul will belong As he lurches along the trail I have made Dragging Demons for me, out the sack on his back While I just need to sleep in dark dunes of sand But he waits 'til I stagger to start his attack Then seizes me tight in the grip of his hand As the seams of my dreams all fade into black So we wander along, shackled together To shuffle the shore, at a slovenly pace With Conscience in tow,whatever the weather For she's in no hurry to finish the race With a hold on my soul, her song is forever But stumbling on stones thrown up by the sea My nemesis Death is heading this way He digs up old wounds, to hurl them at me As stalking beneath a sky of slate grey He callously casts them, with vigour and glee Now I spot his companions, Illness and Fear Who are lurking close by, just waiting to show Their slow recognition, as we grow near But now I do fear, they will deal me a blow So I fight against Fate, to escape and get clear But they come within reach, so we sit on the beach In a hollow called Hope, where we celebrate Hate A faithful old friend, who seems to be late But the party has started, and will go on 'til dawn When they all will decide, just to whom I belong.