They are poor for hatred is as a spider’s web knotted in their hearts choking the breath of life like a hangman’s noose.
They are poor…clothed in exquisite taste, but to the trained eye mere ghoulish attire.
Knitted together with cohorts, they spew venom on this person and that.
They are poor yet know not, for all they have is money, all they have is property, all they have are names on rich lists.
All they have is nothing..
Nothing to show before the judge of life,
Nothing of eternal value for a handshake by the Father of Lights.
Nothing… in their money vaults called poverty.
Scriptural inspiration: Rev 3:17