MY DEMISE

Woke up to a cold morning.

The sun slumbers during the day.

Has it forgotten it’s duty?

Oh sun, why watch me freeze to death?

Stomach rumbles, abs scream hunger.

Reminding me, not only is it a cold day

It’s a poverty day too.

The sun and government have team up to end me.

Woke up in a cell, 

Poverty stood as warden.

Politicians have taken over my household and fields.

They send me to the battle front like Uriah.

With smiles, politicians promise better life.

Behind smiles surfaces a mischievous grin.

Only to enrich their pockets at my demise. 

A means to an end for them I am.

Perhaps when darkness falls, moon can give me hope.

The sun has betrayed me.

Shivering, stranded under the economic hurricane.

No shelter from the rising tornado.