The Poor

 I don’t obtain a lot of wealth but I still take the time to give to the poor.

Poor people have dreams, poor people have deficiencies and some are just unfortunate.

To fight with a poor man is like fighting with an animal, he or she risk their life for everything. 

They have nothing to lose.

A poor man is always hungry…mentally scarred. 

He or she understands pain because they’ve lost everything.

For a wealthy man to beat a poor person when they’re already down and out is a lesson. It’s a smaller scale of war.

It’s a thought process that when caught on camera is well developed. Consumed by the masses who can afford to watch.

Some combat veterans have always been poor and some will tell you that there are no bodyguards on the battlefield, but there is a legitimate reason why the bombs are flying and it’s usually because a poor person started the fighting.

At the end of the day, you can learn a lot from a poor man. Their code of conduct is in every book and many wealthy people were once poor and spend their entire life trying not to be poor again.

Every rich nation on earth was once poor. Most poor people have wealthy ideas. The eye of a needle was constructed by a poor working person. Patents were invented for poor ideas. 

Poor people built every nation. 

Egypt had poor people, and the Samaritans are Samaritan for a reason. 

Christianity even talks about the poor in miraculous ways, giving such a creation hope.

Why?

Give some poor men a book and they somehow grow to spread knowledge. 

There is character in being poor. It’s a brand with no name.

It’s a state of mind with no coordination. 

It’s a language with no vowels.

It’s a constant reminder to those stuck in the middle.

It’s a wheel of time that can happen in the blink of an eye.

The rich are rich because of the poor.

To be unfortunate is to find the greatest treasure hiding behind the clouds.

A living sun, providing heat, food, and shelter under a tree for free.

Who dare climb the rich wall?

Who dare sacrifice everything that they have for the poor?

Every wealthy person goes to bed every night protected from the poor and wealthy enemies.

In the end, we all are just yearning for a happy thought.

All knowledge, power and satisfaction comes from somewhere.

My trash is someone else’s treasure.

The Poor