Monday, July 23, 2012

A Talk with Lady Poverty

MC Borg: Good day, Lady Poverty. You are one of the most popular personality. Everybody is talking about you. How do you feel about it?

Lady Poverty: Oh yes. Politicians, religious leaders, atheists, actors, saints, sinners, students, NGOs. Everyone is talking about me. Uuugh. Fame can be isolating. I feel so all alone.

MC Borg: Alone? I thought there is just too much of your breed.

Lady Poverty: Look... everyone is talking about me. Everyone. I wonder if I have a kin. And they talk about me but they hardly talk TO me.

MC Borg: Oh, I am so sorry for you. But aren't you featured in most docu-magazine shows and even game shows.

Lady Poverty: Oh, yes. Often, they tell us what to say or how to feel so they can promote their agenda. And in game shows... yes. The drama of it all to get the sympathy. We can make those rich showbiz people cry and their fans will love them more.

MC Borg: Have you become cynical of life being Lady Poverty?

Lady Poverty: No, not at all. I love life and I still believe in dreams and good things. But fame can sometimes be annoying, it's like you are always being USED.

MC Borg: Ok Maam Lady Poverty. May I asked what was the worst they have said about you?

Lady Poverty: That rich, international Lass Songster. Oh, the way she talks about me... as if I am not fulfilling a purpose in life. As if I am a failure. A good for nothing. Well... definitely, I will not fit into her standard of fame and fortune.

MC Borg: You are angry Lady Poverty! Don't get mad, do you have a purpose?

Lady Poverty: I am doing what I am supposed to. I labor and do my part for this tapestry of life. And to add to that, I have to bear the cudgels of Sammy Greed and Johnny Sloth. Keeping the balance of this life.

MC Borg: Are you a child of.. Sammy Greed and Johnny Sloth?

Lady Poverty: No, not me. But yes, I have kins who are illegitimate children of Sammy Greed and Johnny Sloth .

MC Borg: Who is the real you?

Lady Poverty: There is such a freedom and joy in being me. I know what is truly important in life and that is what I focus and use my energy for.
Sometimes, I may be an eyesore to some people but there is beauty in me... so disguised by the ravages of life. I use my gifts freely, giving freely unconditionally. Some may call it stupidity, but it is the true freedom of being and becoming. I may not move stock market prices or television ratings but I can move mountains.

MC Borg: Don't you wish there is no you?

Lady Poverty: This isn't heaven and this isn't hell. Will. there be no Sammy Greeds or Johnny Sloths in this world ever? No. Will there be no one embracing freely the life of Lady Poverty? No.

MC Borg: Paradoxically, you are so simple yet so complicated. But are those works of governments, faith-based groups, missionaries, NGOs meaningless and for nothing?

Lady Poverty: No, I am not saying that. They do tame some of the breed of Sammy Greed and Johnny Sloth redirecting their gifts for a greater purpose. You know those groups, the rich meeting the poor. It had been around for ages and some are actually changed. Some of the rich are less extravagant, some of the poor become more enthusiastic of their skills and talents. For some, it remains a compartment of their life.
Then, there are groups who are catering for the victims of different forms of injustice like war, calamity, broken family, sickness. This is far more difficult because they bring physical survival relief but they also need to bring along healing, trust, hope, and love.
Unfortunately, a greater majority of the rich- the elite just want our breed to disappear... by elimination. By death.

MC Borg: If you have a wish, what would it be?

Lady Poverty: I wish they would talk less about me, I don't need the publicity. They can put their efforts in being a better person and bringing out the better persons in others. If they encounter me in this road of life, I wish they can just smile and see in us that we all came from One God, One Creator. We are kins. We are brothers and sisters. No more and no less.