POVERTY, A SICKNESS OF LIFE
Cure
it!!!!!
Blood lines, bad
lucks, unforeseen challenges of no opportunities
Lack of knowledge,
doing things without passion and love
The drama of begging,
laziness and fear
The narrow vision,
leading a life without purpose
The mourning, cries
and sorrows of poverty
Scientists and
doctors discovered a lot of sicknesses and diseases
Some with enough
cure, some send many souls in desolate
Still a lot to hope
for when we see one attacked by a virus or pathogen
We sit back and believe
in the magic of science, hoping in the power of God
Yet poverty is a mind
sickness with no pill to heal
A child born in
poverty is born in bondage
The chains are so
tight evening negotiating for the free life
Caged in a cave of no
beginning but an end afar
With but a little
hope that things will turn around
The pain of a father,
a mother who can’t help it seeing sufferings but yet a little hope
The mind that is in
bondage needs liberation by its own reciprocal
Radical change
enforcement behind the brains
The entire cure is
designed and built in thy self
It is a perpendicular
protocol that instigate the end of the sickness
Poverty is nothing
but a sickness that can cure itself when allowed to
Pity for the one who
give up because of poverty
Hi, step up and begin
to give it the right cure, stress is a molecule which will only accelerate it
A sickness or disease
only put the system under pressure until the system kills itself
You my friend are too
young to die
Poverty, poverty! Noting
but a damn fool, a little virus with no ambition
I was born poor yet I
refuse to die even an inch near it
The generation privileged
with enough technology and development
Why not take
advantage over it and transform your life
We are covered by
overflow of information, too many resources
No reason for poverty
to enslave you, cast out the disease
Poverty has no right
to enslave you, no right to make your life miserable
All knowing that you
are not born by mistake, don’t count yourself a failure
We always start
somewhere to get somewhere
There in the bottom
of nothing to the heights of something great
Physically working
hard doesn’t usually put it together, use the brains
When the mind is fed
up with wisdom, knowledge and understanding
Fortune, love, money
and fame just follow your trails
The invisible
thriller of life is that credit is given to wrong people sometimes
Those who get to be
seen but never behind the scenes
Those who get paid
for doing nothing
Life needs to be
nourished by feeding your mind with moving ways
A positive mind will
always be the perfect cure for everything
The eyes to see a way
in the middle of obstacles
An eager to living a
purposeful life, a life with a better future
All life begins, all
life are destined to reach the end, don’t ruin it
We probably watch
closely when we are healing wounds in our flesh
The same effort is
needed to heal that poor life
Can’t eat crap, can’t
dress crap, and can’t live in a scrap house, yet in Christ!
The bible, the manual
of life full of wisdom and life, never supporting weakness and poverty
“Ask, it shall be
given to you, seek and you'll find….”
You are sick and
mentally disturbed when you are poor
You are crippled,
helpless and cursed
You are perplexed,
condemned and left in desolate
There is no body but
your own self to help you
Can’t keep calling
people for help when it is you that you need
Life is indeed
measured by time, and time waste is abuse
The special treatment
desired and recommended to heal you is yourself
Take a step forward
and begin to walk out from that room of poverty
You were sent to the
room of riches, the pastures green
“The Lord is my
shepherd, I shall not want, He leads me beside still waters, and He makes me
lie down in green pastures…”
One man poor, a lot
of generations cursed through his blood
It’s a challenge to
be born poor, but a chance to prove yourself
The power to instigate
change is within you
The ability and
capabilities of transforming are fully packed in your system
Find yourself, find
the cure of poverty
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