Poverty

I have filled my cask to the brim
As it overflows
Those that are still to come don't have a home
I kneel down on top of my childrens' tears
As I drown helplessly in my own
How long should I blubber?
Fore' the weeps arouses to the heavens
I implore to thee
Please... Do hear my cries

I kneel down and give thanks to the Lord
For the cup of water we share
"Thank you Lord for feeding our thirst"
But what about our Hunger?
How long should I sob?
Fore' the heavens enlightens my wings
So I could flee away from hunger

As my two eyeballs fancied by tears observes
The Rich that tosses provisions into garbage trash
My heart beats quieter, heavies and stalls
As the wealthy murders the device that beateth
Into diminutive bits
With pride logged in I
I swallow my tears and better my chest
But continues to die on the inside
How long should I snivel?
Fore' I be judged for envying wealth

As I ran towards their filthy waste
I fumbled carelessly
As my mental screen ponders not over the split seconds
A piece of depleted bread
As my soul clogs with joy
"My little broods will have supper by the hours of darkness"
But... How long should I hawl?
Fore' I give thanks to proper food

As I open my scorched Bible
The Lord charges to I
     "It doesn't go to the heart but into his stomach, and then out of his body"
Poverty is my philosophy
I was born into it
And I shall perish out of it
Poverty...!