Poverty, is it really you?
,or it’s just another mitigation.
Invading homes artfully,
killing for people’s hard earned money
With rivers of blood spilt and waterfall of tears shed.
Don’t you have a heart or
you just bury the guilt and conscience.
We live in fear
I suppose that makes you feel almighty
The act of crime is a choice
and let us not besmear the truth with excuses.