Letter to Poverty!!

Bounded by the misery
Pleading for life
In the rural parts
Living without the riches

The body is pale and thin
Food, scarce in the area
Money, what we search
Liquid, the sun and heat took away

Seeds to become a fruit
The tourist come to see our pain
The glasses they put on
We imitate with the glasses of paper

Father, I am hungry
Four days without food and water
The dead bodies are scattered
The area is almost over

Poverty, I call you the murderer
Almost dead but there's still some breath left
Kill me softly poverty
Let me leave peacefully

Let the vultures feed on me after I am off
The life ended with a full stop
Let me wake up next time with a lot of money
I will never forgive you, you cruel poverty!!