The Echoes of Poverty’s Blame
Your poverty is born from lack of strife
In the beginning, they whispered to me:
"Your poverty is born from lack of strife."
I believed their words, with hope and glee,
Thinking my efforts would carve a better life.But then they changed their tune, and said to me:
"Your poverty is due to choices made."
I pondered deeply, wondering how to be,
Hoping my decisions would pave a prosperous trade.And yet again, their voices chimed anew,
"Your poverty lies in ignorance of man's ways."
I sought to understand, to exploit and imbue,
Believing their wisdom, my gratitude ablaze.
So I continued on, steadfast and true,
Contributing, sacrificing, enduring the strain.
For I knew, in their eyes, it was my due…