Ugly Praise

O POVERTY! You who paid a courtesy call to that peacefull affluence home With a diamond portfolio And at your departure enquiry unveiled it a Pandora's box That the son turned rebel against the father And the daughter hearken no more to mother's rebuke O poverty! You, who dragged that man of irrationality to the court of nature, And there in gave him an ignoble defeat. O poverty! You apprehended that woman of extravagancy tortured her And taught her the lesson of frugality O poverty! Your fruit is sour, insipid and intoxicating. The man who live by it for long jeopardizes his span O poverty! He who accommodates you accommodates sorrow He who embraces you beckons doom O poverty! You, who vandalize a whole land without a nuclear explosion And pour water of tears onto that healthy face Having robed off her hope. O poverty! You silenced that wise retched man in the gathering of the intellectual And gave that rich fool the privilege of giberish. O poverty! You, who strikes your victim with a sword of broken heart, The one who compete a path with you mocks his life For no offence in calling you one of the sibblings of death.