Don’t just repeat POVERTY tirelessly and

then feel remorseful; pathetically nodding your

head; as if the most unassailable messiah of bereaved humanity,

If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your

heart; then vanquish it forever from its very

non-existent roots; and from even the most

infinitesimal corner of the pompously rigid society.

Don’t just spell POVERTYincessantly and then feel

regretful; lugubriously crossing your fingers; as if

all mercy had wholesomely disappeared from the trajectory of this

colossal planet,

If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your

heart; then unflinchingly surge forward to scrap

even the most inconspicuous of its essence from this

fathomless Universe; philanthropically mitigate all organism alive from its devastating stranglehold.

Don’t just visualize POVERTY indefatigably and then feel destroyed;

uncontrollably wailing like a scarecrow umpteenth

number of times in a singleminute,

If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your

heart; then extricate it for times immemorial with the

sparkling righteousness in your soul; enveloping

even the most fugitively capricious speck of this globe with a wave of eternally resplendent

compassion.

Don’t just witness POVERTY intransigently and then feel gruesomely assassinated; nonchalantly sniffing your nose towards

the heavens to put the entire blame upon Lord

Almighty,

If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your

heart; then behead it for infinite more births yet tounveil with the religion of

humanity enshrouding your conscience;

ubiquitously disseminate your happiness to

all those unfortunately hapless and deprived.

Don’t just whisper POVERTY unrelentingly

and then feel like threadbare shit;

abominably puking out even the last morsel of

food from your languidly churning stomach,

If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your

heart; then drive it away with the Omniscientlysacrosanct shadow of

truth; ingratiatingly share the woes and

overwhelming trauma of your counterparts andalien; beautifully alike.

Don’t just memorize the spelling of POVERTY

incorrigibly to appear for the examinations; and

then feel like an infinitesimally sinful debris

of ghoulish insanity,

If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your

heart; then perpetually substitute it with benign

love and care; inundating each arena of this

insurmountablygigantic Universe with an

ocean of celestiallyhumanitarian empathy.

Don’t just reminisce POVERTY insatiably and

then feel exonerated; collapsing like a frigid matchstick towards

obdurate ground; with your head timidly sunk

like a dastardly rat between your legs,

If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your

heart; then patriotically blaze ahead in the truly

scintillating spirit of mankind; diffusing the melody of symbiotic

existence on every step that you holistically

transgressed.

Don’t just cry POVERTYendlessly and then feel

like the demons rotting in coffins of crucified hell;

eventually dissolving like a chunk of soggy pulp intoyour own disappearing

shadow,

If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your

heart; then hoist every uncouthly trembling

entity upon your splendidly benevolent

shoulders; Omnipotently enveloping every trace of

coldblooded savagery with the ointment of

passionate love.