Poverty now becomes his name!

Circumstances derail his efforts

Almost at the peak of success.

A small string just pulled

Then all he worked for 

All these years crumbles before his eyes.

Oh! Holy Mary mother of God

Queen of the universe,

Help this poor thriving young soul.

He lived an honest life of pain

Why did he have to end up like this?

There is no going back now.

Locked up in his own deteriorated life,

All he can do is seek the divine.

The divine that sometimes acts funny,

It may act against the vulnerable for no reason.

Suffering at the hands of a framed fraud.

His battered suitcase waits for him

To take him back home and face pain.

A life of starvation and squalor awaits

His arrival. Poverty  now becomes his name.

In contemplation, he makes silent lamentations.

Prayers of vindication against daylight beasts

That took away that little chance he had

To be a director as he always wanted.

Unfortunately poverty now becomes his name.