A weed in the midst of a garden
A patch of oil stain on a piece of white clothing
A disease to a whole nation
I wish never to cross your path again
Once I knew you
Gloomy was the experience
So rough was the journey
You make your victim worse than a handicap
Your cloth is full of shame
Stripping off honor
You bring upon mankind
Only gift of hardship
Many misfortunes have I witnessed
Of all, none is comparable to POVERTY
A bane to the society
Loved by no one
Your abode is in the home of the lazy man
Henceforth, let him who detest poverty
Work hard
And work even harder
For by so doing
Will you wield your freedom
~ Composed by PhadaOfficial
