Poverty, A State Of Mind

The monster in my brain Holding my thoughts captive Imprisoning my thoughtless brain In a careless state of useless thoughts My thoughts lacking any hope to escape The long claws of poverty reaching deep in my psyche Poverty is a disease of thoughts Puncturing the inflated balloon of ideas Decimating the healthy chain of thoughts The thought process paralyzed by the ravaging illness The contagious disease can afflict whole families And it is even passed on from generation to generation The roots of poverty are immersed in the mud of a lazy brain Overpowering the psychic defense systems The anti-poverty mechanisms destroyed Allowing poverty to roam free Relentlessly attacking the roof of my mental capabilities Erasing any embedded dreams Erecting a wall of hopelessness Along my mental frame I refuse to be defeated I reject the kingdom of poverty I shall forever fight an eternal war against poverty I shall fortify my fortress with fresh ideas And build a wall of dreams along the highways of my brain