The monster in my brain
Holding my thoughts captive
Imprisoning my thoughtless brain
In a careless state of useless thoughts
My thoughts lacking any hope to escape
The long claws of poverty reaching deep in my psyche
Poverty is a disease of thoughts
Puncturing the inflated balloon of ideas
Decimating the healthy chain of thoughts
The thought process paralyzed by the ravaging illness
The contagious disease can afflict whole families
And it is even passed on from generation to generation
The roots of poverty are immersed in the mud of a lazy brain
Overpowering the psychic defense systems
The anti-poverty mechanisms destroyed
Allowing poverty to roam free
Relentlessly attacking the roof of my mental capabilities
Erasing any embedded dreams
Erecting a wall of hopelessness
Along my mental frame
I refuse to be defeated
I reject the kingdom of poverty
I shall forever fight an eternal war against poverty
I shall fortify my fortress with fresh ideas
And build a wall of dreams along the highways of my brain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem