When The Statistics Is Read

Living under the poverty datum line Children play with empty stomachs Mothers weep from their close encounters with death Fathers are chronically weak From their courageous attempts to cross the poverty datum line Nothing is amusing when you are hungry Poverty is not only a pandemic for the poor families (countries) It's a malignant cancer for the human psyche Our collective consciousness might be thriving But deep underneath we are losing the moral fibres That held humanity together for eons of years Poverty is not only wreaking havoc in the homes It's puncturing the veil of human integrity Allowing the face of humanity to be exposed To other marauding scavengers like diseases That feed on human flesh We saw the rise of Covid-19 disease With its ferocious appetite We became fodder in its mouth We became the statistics in the book of records When the statistics is read Let us be ready to cover our mouths The stench of poverty is overwhelming World economies are drowning World poverty is increasing And the poverty datum line is bloated Fully engorged with human suffering ©