Pain is a factor.
Like the sound of a running tractor
For it should be known for its traction along the dirt
As it tills the land to provide food for the empty belly
And cultivate a mind for the thought.
Is poverty a credential?
For if it was, many would succeed through it.
If poverty was ability, we'd have made it to the top of the web.
If poverty was good, god would have lived in the dusty ghetto
And a depriving circumstance for all time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Circumstances! Pain is part of life. Nice work.