Poverty: A Curse Or A Boon

Long ago there was a king, Sober, sublime and sincere, One Saturday night, came an angel, 'Thou hath given a wish that ye can, Keepeth it forever—ordain by Lord, ' Quite for a moment—then said the king, 'O' Holy Angel, would you come next night? I have to think and discuss with my coterie, As ye brought a handsome lucky lottery, Why not, take your own time, you take, But bear in mind, only secluded wish, If ye committed a mistake, ye will miss, Be calm and cool, mind it—no mistake, That night King lost his slumber, Went to the Queen and winked, Thou art be a Queen forever— I have been rewarded a wish-my Miss, He groped many tricks to be a King- He completely changed himself with ring, Of greed that bred evil within him, He planned to have the wish with whim, Next Saturday the Angel came and asked, Your wish I shall be keeping in that pot- You may keep it in a safe place, it's hot, Okay—I will do as you wish my Master, I wish the pot should be filled with poverty, ‘Cause poverty don't have liberty, I will keep it, into the untrodden region of mind, There's no one to see or can ever trace or find, Angel lifted the hand and gifted with opened palm— Shouted - -Be, ….It is yours now, you can see, Angel disappeared... on that morning poor appeared, A device to rule and cheat— is the only poverty, Since then—It became the ruling system-continues Tell me—Who will eradicate the poverty and why?