The Dance of Poverty

The Dance Of PovertyThe dance of poverty woe, (Oh the cold); the dance that sorrow knows and throws ...at each and every one us. We starve, we pain, we weep we reify the woes we keep. Within our chest, which beats- lies a forgotten heart that bleeds, to the rhythm of the broken drum of abandonment. Beat the drum, kick it, tell it "it is worthless" and forget it. The drum will lie there in the streets regardless; abandoned for the world to see. It is the tragic tale of system abuse and abandonment. It is a dance eternal; It is a forbidden ritual; It is a tale of life and death; It is poverty... now forget it.