It has teeth,and
It does bite,
But we can’t see it
With the naked eye;
For we are blind.
But if we open the gates,
Of our long locked hearts,
We can feel it;
Feel its pain,
Feel its discomfort;
Feel it pierce our heart;
Feel the sadness it brings along.
We, the rich and well-off ones,
Are blind both by eyes and heart;
’cause we don’t know what it is,
We don’t know why it is
Present in the world.
But one thing we surely know
Is that its name is poverty.