Poezja

 
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