Mister Poverty is a strong man,
Built with potent genes;
Been around since the dawn of creation,
Infecting each generation.
Mister Poverty is a cunning man,
Steeped in the art of deception.
He'll make you lie,
He'll make you steal,
A deft illusionist indeed.
Every time wealth hits him
He bounces back.
Every time health sees him,
He hides under a rock,
And he's determine to beg
Even if standing on one leg.
Don't take him lightly
Or underestimate him,
He's stink and flexible.
And when you try to break him,
Well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good farsical..poverty the weakest bond for democracy and humanity I Call the sufferer Grassy tongue/ well thanx