Poverty Stinks

Once in a while You are confronted with real poverty. In the metro, Someone sits next to you and a few seconds later You wish You suffered from Anosmia

Poverty Stinks

Your first reaction would be to change seats But you know better. By remaining where you are, By sitting next to it, You are making a statement, You are accepting it, As a man-made disaster

Deep down, You know you have to get used to it

Deep down, You know you do not have a choice

Because sooner or later

It will be the only smell around.