Abstract-Poverty Poem by Darlan M Cunha

I didn't read Matthew and Lucas - chicken soup for grannies
no sutra has crossed my path
that patience about such rhetoric is nil, zero, nothing
esteeming these ladies, I don't lie with them

neither for 30 nor for 300 moneys, here's another solo
clarinet, another pandemic already shows molossi

I didn't read Maimonides (Guide of the Perplexed) , but I looked around
in The fall from the sky (of the Yanomami Indians) , finally
I lived to see the fall of the biggest scam, long before the book.

The bishop loves to shop, lustful, priest and novice cook
in the rectangle, and you, when will you do what you promised at the turn of the year?

Do you still smoke? do you still drink too much? you still get
of the woman in the middle of the street?
you still kill your shaking psyche in the face of the lowest fear?

Will rain.