Poem by myself

Poverty

The disease that cause havoc
Like a 6.5 earthquake
You struck my heart
In a way that is unforgettable
Oh h, how I wish you had never existed

You squeeze the day out of me
When I wake up
And realize I have to feed on peanuts
Like a church mouse
I look into people's pupil
Like a dog seeking food
From his master
I beg to be fed with proper nourishment

Because of your behavior
Toward the old and the young 
You are scorned like 
A predator who hate its prey
From the slightest mistake
You seek to bring man into his grave

Sickness, sadness, grievance
All cry onto your shoulders
Like a baby screaming for elders favorite
You make people's fantasies impossible
Rather you make them 
The destitute of the society
You destroy their dreams 
And create miseries
You eliminate enthusiasm
And you inject grieve