Penury...

The poverty of the market place is evident,
When he masks his goddess of prosperity, 
Deceiving her enough to believe, 
That she will see only merry times ahead... 

She is kept in a position of pride,
Above the carpet that pacifies her from the grime that lies beneath.
Carrying the sensuality of a woman within her, 
Natures finest work of art, embodied in flesh and blood... 

Their boundaries seemed to be the grievance of his existence, 
Shot his swimmers just as they were about to ascend, 
Yet his passion quivers after two decades of brutal mockery, 
Submissive to his whim of preserving his virtue and vanity...

He saw sex, bosoms and lies, 
Not even the trinity of vices could lure him, 
Not alluring enough to suit his taste,
Not convenient enough to hide his lies...

Then they unearthed secrets lost in time, 
Those that spoke of thousands of years ahead,
Deranged years that oscillate within the benefit of doubt,
Reduced to a scenario of illusions...

For we can't seem to trade our hard earned fortune for the value of flesh, 
What's written in the stars is reduced to ashes, 
Superficial remorse from rags to riches and riches to rags,
Moments of elevation have now been misjudged...

He never fell pray to his inner demons, 
Though he fell pray to society's rigidity, 
Crafted by a despicable code of conduct,
He should have listened to the ghosts of the past instead...  

Crumbs.

The dinner party's over,
the guests are all gone,
that little boys eyes looks at them,
the crumbs,
it still has has the savour,
that aroma,
his eyes just keep looking at them,
the crumbs.

He didn't get the share,
the share of such a large meal,
that wasn't fair,
he would have eaten that meal with a lot of zeal.

Those crumbs,
laying in a corner,
each one has that savour.

His eyes coveting something,
now they only see what's left behind,
that savour lingers within him,
it lingers in his mind,
no one saw those eyes,
the eyes of lust,
my dear, crumbs just aren't enough,
then he asked himself whether he was a crumb,
over the years he had become so numb,
numb because of the poverty,
but then his mind wandered to those crumbs,
those crumbs that caused so much of lust.
Are we really born equal?