Poverty

Poverty,

It’s like the darkness,

It’s not a thing,

But it’s something that we lack.

It’s a curse of human society,

And prevails where injustice is.

Poverty,

It’s pollution that causes climate change,

It’s what we create.

We recognize the danger,

Yet we do nothing to stop it.

Poverty,

It’s like being stuck in the middle of the ocean,

Trying to find a way out.

Their cold and wet bodies,

Desperately trying to search for an exit,

A doorway out of hell.