Poverty Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

A mockery made from man's mischief
To the artistic acts of the ultimate universal chief
Seen In lodeba lands of growing gaints,
And displayed by members of their rustic remnants

A Zahceous graced the sight of marrasmus,
Scary onomatopias ornamenting labefied lips
Whose sights suffice stark horrors and errors
For hunger hangs within their bellies tremulous terrors

Poverty does not only means poor
It's a host of unthinkable miseries and more..
Poverty plunders pride and encourages extinction
Of things pleasant and of dreams and God's vision

Poverty possesses no face nor race
It's a harlot harnessing everything nice and ace
That they may become buoyant of dearth
And drain of life even unto death

Poverty is you who bought yourself a paradise of greed
And bequeathed it to your kinsmen as a creed
Poverty is you who find it hard to give,
Infinitesimal incomes to the poor that they may live

Poverty is us and our cross
A perfect imperfection in nature
Which all must saintly secure and nurture
That it might not kill everyone of us.