The Epithets Of Poverty V Poem by Raymond Cabrera

Poverty is my friend..
the one who cries with me on my hunger
the one who buried me on my lends

His memories, still remains..
the time we together climb
the mountain we called “life”
He hangs me on a cliff,
feed me a spoiled food
steal away my water
and left me empty and thirsty.

He was there...
He was there when
I have nothing to pay my tuition
And after I got my contractual job.

He's a friend...
that will ruin your dreams and hopes,
that deprives your well being and security;
that will leave you at the street when raining
He'll takes away your freedom and dignity
even tore apart your needs, like your clothing.

The worst...
he will buy the justice and your rights
then he will sell it to the rich and wealthy,
All the more, he stole my ambitions for the future!
A worst friend, isn't it?

If poverty is a friend...
Would you dare to have him,
until the very end?