Poverty is to happiness, what appetite is to food; poverty enables us to enjoy the simplest pleasures; appetite, the fare.
I loathe poor people for this. They make do with whatever they have and no matter how dire their situation, one can always see ambition and desire of the purest form in their eyes.
Poverty often hides itself behind an ugly mask, yet the beauty of the millions living in poverty radiates in a way that cannot be purchased even by the richest amongst us. No matter how hard we try, the smile of the poor will always remain a work of art, nature’s marvel, to us. I loathe the poor for that.
Why are poor people poor and rich people rich? The answer might make a poor man proud of his poverty and a rich man… I despise them for their moral superiority and immovable integrity. It can be argued that the poor can be bought for much less than the rich, but the price they pay for rejecting their demeaning payment is the loss of their and their family’s lives. I abhor them for such an honourable disposition.
Above all, the root of my detestation for the poor is that they have all that I do not. I with everything have nothing and they with nothing have the world. The poor pray for me when I smile at them, yet, I never remember the poor even though it costs me neither time nor money.
In conclusion, no man can determine their wealth by the number on their bank statement. It is a man’s heart that makes him rich. What he is not what he has is the determinant and for this I am venomous towards the poor for they are richer than I will ever be.
A man has two hands; in one he has the power to abolish all forms of poverty and in the other he has the power to abolish all forms of humanity, and the society I live in has shown me which hand is currently dealing the cards.