Little life experience from memories about lowest standard of living as well as poverty. All the books i have read only gave poverty some fancy words, words that sound hollow in comparison to the reality of needing food, a home, clothes, an education...dignity. And so it pisses me off, it pisses the hell out of me, when people want to use poverty as a vehicle to their own selfish and nefarious interests. It pisses me off when the struggle for genuine freedom, the struggle against a diabolical system, is waged by people with no intention of fighting the system, but settling scores. It pisses me off when the poor are taken for granted, expected to bow down to the dictates of inauthentic leadership, leadership that has its own interests at heart. It pisses me off when the poor are promised things they will never be given, made to mobilise and organise for a cause close to their hearts. It angers me, it pains me, when the vulnerability of the poor is used to mobilise them, but not for genuine reasons. I know poverty, it used to know me by name. From time to time it gives me a call, and at times i bump into it as i continue with the motions of my life. Poverty is not something people must play with, and it is not a condition that must be used to satisfy selfish agendas that have nothing to do with the poor and everything to do with the power-hungry. Contrary to the belief of the elite, poverty is NOT glamorous!
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 06:10:03 +0000
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