The Seed of Poverty

​Their tongues thirsted a seed

Its sour like lime

Burnt them like acid

Ravished their intestine with sours

Created denting  images

Nightmares and replays in their minds

Created fears for the future

For they don’t seek their seed to taste the seed

It has given them a sickening mentality

Turning them into rogues in broad day light

Its not the seed of Eden

But the seed of poverty

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