<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=566868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O' Murderous Poverty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O' poverty, thou hast made man prostrate his soul for repast<br>Thou hast made him swallow the bitter pills of living<br>Yet thou sing songs of death to his hearing<br>O' murderous poverty, thou art cruel and fiend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In thy bosom cometh suffering, pains and sorrows<br>Thou taketh delight when the world's burden heaped upon man<br>Man toil in vain for subsistence from sunrise to sunset<br>Yet thou castigate him with thy unseen wand<br>O' murderous poverty, thou art cruel and fiend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man roams about the street with no shoes for his feet<br>And with no vest upon his already worn out bones<br>Having his repast from the table crumbs of other folks<br>Not certain of where the next crumbs of survival cometh<br>Yet you castigate him with thy unseen wand<br>O' murderous poverty, thou art cruel and fiend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His offspring sick and pale then die ere his face<br>His heart become a place where dirge and elegy meet<br>And he ask 'Poverty, why thou puncture the tube of my happiness? <br>Why art thou the architect of man's sorrows and grieves'.<br>Yet thou castigate him with thy unseen wand<br>O' murderous poverty, thou art cruel, cruel, cruel even fiend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lightcheerful+Briggs">Lightcheerful Briggs</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=566868" data-title="O' Murderous Poverty de Lightcheerful Briggs" data-description="O' poverty, thou hast made man prostrate his soul for repast Thou hast made him swallow the bitter pills of living Yet thou sing songs of death to his hearing O' murderous poverty, thou art cruel and fiend. In thy bosom cometh suffering, pains an..."></div> </div> </div>

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