Poverty Poem by Andesikuteb yamusa

My son,
I've searched and have found something strange under this scorching sun.
That thing is the single reason why we ve remain this way.
That demon called poverty
My boy, I have discovered that it is not a state.
Penury is a feeling.


To some with bags of cowries in their possession,
To others with no food on the table,
Even some no smile on their face,
All this ones complaining of penury.
That, that wealth is not within their reach.
Sincerely,
Penury is a feeling,
Cos if you feel you dont have you dont.