It takes over our nations.
The strongest countries have nightmares over the single word.
Once it starts it can only be defeated, after a land is brought together once again.
But you see, this illness, this nightmare, does exactly the opposite.
It tears apart a society, from the inside.
Like cancer, it uses the bodies system to turn it against itself, slowly.
It’s not noticeable.
But soon, it takes over.
It starts deep inside the system, the lower classes.
Violent diseases, unbearable hunger, and coldness become a known part of life.
Burying loved ones becomes an every day affair.
Going to bed hungry, well that’s just normal routine.
People die, constantly, always.
Until the lower class is gone.
Not many realize this one fact, when the lower class is gone,
we are as well.
The backbone of society, the farmers, the seamstress, the people you always over looked,
are gone.
No one to cut the corn off the stock with tired, weak, blistered hands, so it may be served to you on a silver platter.
No one to sew your one hundred dollar jeans, in a humid, metal factory, stuffed in with hundreds of other, simply trying to provide for their families. 
Once the lower class shuts down, we have absolutely nothing.
With no product to sell, businesses close up their door of opportunity, and shove people onto the road.
So events repeat themselves.
Once again, people fall in the arms of their loved ones, subject to eternal sleep.
Food is no more, just a distant memory.
Money starts to not have value, just a metal circle, or thin sheet of lies.
When this notorious phenomenon is done, all that’s left is a barren, brown and black wasteland, and the lucky, grateful, humble survivors.
What is this force I speak off?
This illness, this killer.
This destroyer, of life, and love.
This word I speak of, can cause so much pain and harm,
But it is only seven letters.
Seven letters can cause the cease of mankind, the Armageddon that has already taken place in this universe.
I speak of a very familiar word.
I speak of Poverty.