As Bad As It Seams Poem by Bron Dayvid

At the core of poverty lies a thick quilt of malice

Embroidered in greed
And fabricated promises
Stitched by the tailor and seamstress
Whose hands,
callused and bruised by years of depression, oppression and
Intermediate progression, thwarted by 'inadvertent' regression,

threads the very needle that severs their souls and punctures their spirits

It is Unbeknownst to the tailor and seamstress that the very quilt they sew, once completed, will wrap itself around their throats, deplete their life's earnings, and render them lifeless

The tailor and seamstress, broken, aged and afflicted with angst, will be said to have had self-inflicted wounds when they discover their bodies

Investigations will find no objecting evidence

Their families will mourn
Their bodies will be buried

But the quilt
The smothering life absorbing quilt
Will continue to be threaded, stitched, and patched