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From the Whitehouse, a mongrel barked incessantly, irritatingly. But the old president was senile and foolish. The guards on the walls scratched their heads, uninvolved. But like an unexpected thief in the night, that waited way to long for his loot. Poverty comes jogging as punishment for the entire world. Oh, how deep, dark, and wide is the global economic grave. With an extremely short-lived recession, changing into a depression.  

The country flags of the west will flutter half-mast, aimlessly, in the wind. Their industries cannot deliver the big demand anymore. Like a thief in the night, that had to wait way too long on her loot. The scale, poverty, lifts her cruel rod. First it comes down on the West. The bankers of the world are now punished together with their customers. And the already-so-damaged wine-barrel, is pressed over-hastily.          

With the last bit of noble-wheat now separated from the world-chaff. The once-holy sacrifice is also abolished finally. The pestilence together with famine and poverty, begin to leave a track of blood through the entire world. The big ones and the kings of the world over-hastily begin to make their so-called solution known. Their answer lurks in the unity of one-world-citizenship. But with too much bitten off, there is already little wheat or corn for staple food, or even for just a little breakfast porridge.      

So global poverty comes as the biggest imaginable punishment for mankind. Yes, the whip cracked, and the world-population stepped thoroughly in the dung. A seriously tattered economy will never ever recover again. With the thief in the night that had to wait way too long for his loot. A falling scale brings his poverty in order to trample all prosperity into the deepest abyss.