The Poverty Blessing Poem by Bironga Chadwick
The Poverty Blessing
To be born under dim stars is to sin
A sin greater than murder or rape,
As thieves and assassins live more free,
Takers of innocence hold less burden
In a world where law values salt greater
Paladins may throw copper in the streets
But they keep charity for their own ranks
Even at the cost of beauty lost
They chance not the anger of their gods,
To be poor is the greatest sin of all
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