What gives more pain than scarcity?
No pain pinches like poverty
The sinner Want is enemy dire
Of joys of earth and heaven there.
The craving itch of poverty
Kills graceful words and ancestry.
Want makes even good famiiymen
Utter words that are low and mean.
The pest of wanton poverty
Brings a train of misery.
The poor men's words are thrown away
Though from heart good things they say.
Even the mother looks as stranger
The poor devoid of character.
The killing Want of yesterday
Will it pester me even to-day?
One may sleep in the midst of fire
In want a wink of sleep is rare.
Renounce their lives the poor must
Or salt and gruel go to waste.
POVERTY
