Poverty serves up depression and despair instead of delight.
It brings lethargy to body and soul that longs for life.
It drops doubt into every dream with the ability to
distort reality into nightmarish proportions.
It envelopes and smothers every ray of light
with an oppressive shroud of darkness.
It transforms fresh air
into the polluted toxins of tainted existence.
It causes a metamorphosis
from lasting love to unsatisfying lust.
It fails to nurture and nourish well-being,
but perpetually feeds addiction.
It steals faith from the faithful,
infects decency with depravity,
and turns the hopeful into the hopeless.
However, it is a human construct.
It is only able to do what humans allow it to do.
Humans are responsible for it.
Humans can fix it.
Humans must discover their lost humanity.
Human or inhuman?
That is the question.
© JW Thomas