The poor.
They're either unaware
or stupidly proud of their misery,
and live a happy life
plagued by ignorance.

They're also *******:
unwilling to learn,
never wanting to progress;
they narrow their mind
slamming the door of logic shut.

It's pathetic
how their sorry state
mirrors their uselessness.

I see their faces:
*****, like their skin color;
their pupils,
the only pure and clean feature of theirs;
their teeth, rotting and falling to the ground
like their hopes of wealth are destroyed by reality,
by their failure. They're poor.

They're the first to be aware of their poverty;
they're also the first to lie to themselves:
Why are they criminals?
Why are they stupid?
Why are they mediocre?
Why are they poor?

They're always blaming everyone but themselves,
acting like a victim,
expecting someone to stretch their hand
and tell them everything's fine;
these people end up dead:
either by other's hand or their own.

Their misery is depressing;
it makes me want to demand for an apology
for having to look at such disgusting people.