poverty 1.4

Mister V

2/19/21

 

What of poverty? is it that I could take away

and enlighten my kids about when I die and reinforce a yard of the graves.

Be it more resilience after miraculously surviving the "hell" of the days,

or ambition to ascend new heights longing to leave this starving, hunger-filled place?

 

still nothing of the like belongs in my address of this dollar bill maze

that deserves praise, reverses my ways, or discourages mistakes in this embarrassingly lit cave

that's the setting where I became, the dreamer I am today

the distinct and tireless disciple that appears crazed but breaks barriers to this date.

 

tastes heavier, more powerful, and more potent remedies brewed specifically for what's at stake

because at this pace, we're bound to replicate a way of life that only Hell displays.

Only the corrupt, erroneous leaders that fell could share the experience of the depressing ambiguity that we face

or the disastrous disunity that we embrace, as if in our favor

 

like feeling relaxed in the proximity of your savior and blind to everything else

unaware like monopolies or giants that know nothing except for property, pennies, and wealth.

creating this world of apologies, deception, and foul behavior that I wish to change just like kitchens with empty shelves

bringing the world closer together as opposed to the consequences of distance itself.

  • Author: Mister V (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 19th, 2021 07:11
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