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.