I’ve been researching Poverty of Thought since Ace mentioned it because I didn’t realize there was such a thing. I’ve found some interesting things about it and even read some things on Schizophrenia because that’s what you find when you search for Poverty of Thought. Not to down play or make fun of Schizophrenia patients but it’s like when us writes have writers block. The words just escape you and you can’t put a coherent thought together and sometimes you ramble (like I am now) or even jump from one subject to another without there being a rhyme or reason to the subject matter. So I decided to write a poem on the subject. An aphorism of Kim Jong Il:Poverty of philosophy results in the poverty of thought, which in turn ends in the poverty of creation.

Poverty of Thought

Poverty means different things to different people
For some it means being poor
For some it’s just a deficiency in amount, scantiness
For some it’s unproductiveness; infertility
For some it’s even a Vow

Why is it that we can all see it so differently?
Maybe it’s just the English language
Maybe there’s more to it than that
Maybe we just don’t see it at all
Could it be that some of us are blind?
Maybe we don’t want to see it at all?
Maybe we’re just missing it all together
Maybe we all need to open our eyes to see it at all

To the ones that have taken a Vow:
I appreciate all you have sacrificed
But even you don’t know what it means
To hope and pray you can feed your kids

To the ones that see it as unproductiveness:
Take a closer look
You’re missing the problems of most
It’s not that they’re being lazy
It’s just that the economy sucks

For the ones that see it as a deficiency in amount, scantiness:
You’re probably the closest to understanding
You understand it isn’t easy in this day and age
Of 150,000 dollar mortgages and a salary that doesn’t pay it all

And for those of us that see it as just being poor:
Open your eyes and look out your front door
Are you one of the few that can afford a 150,000 dollar mortgage
And still have food for the poor?
If so get your butt out the door

And for those that see the people that suffer from this plight:
I hope you’re doing all to help make them right
Because they’re the ones that suffer the most
From this evil we have named poverty

Some can’t even tell their children they love them
Some can’t even get their foot in the door
The door of a normal life
Is all they wish for.
Most can’t even be cured
So they continue to wish for a door
Hoping that one day the door will be there
And they can open the door
Into the world of real life
Where they still can’t even afford
To have anything in life
And then they willingly close the door
On any chance they ever had
On any semblance of real life
On any hopes they might have had before

Take a close look around
You’ll see all kinds of poverty
In everyday life
But just remember those trying to get a foot in the door