The opposite of wealth, is poverty.
Why, is im trap, in this deficiency undertaker?
It seem like, everywhere I look; I see mental death.
People living in the ghetto's, having hard-times to survive.
You can think of any wicked thing; it happen in my environment.
Only a few make it alive; out of this render-stricken state.
To eliminate this vicious mind assassin?
Is to become a goal-orient being.
Most of the time; sacrifice and patient's, is your only way out.
Hang on to your dreams, 'don't let scarcity devour your brains! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really enjoy this poem out of many of yours i have read, can understand. very nice