War is Hell—ask the man who fought one. Poverty is War—ask the man who survived one. The soldier knows the taste of gunpowder and blood, the weight of a rifle in trembling hands, and the deafening silence between explosions. He has seen cities crumble and friends fall, has felt the earth split beneath his boots. War is not glory; it is hunger, terror, and the slow rot of hope. It is waking each day not knowing if you’ll live to see the next. But poverty? Poverty is no different. It, too, is a battlefield—just without the medals, the parades, the distant applause. The poor man fights in trenches of unpaid bills and empty cupboards. His enemy is not a foreign soldier but a system that grinds him down, a world that looks away. He knows the artillery of eviction notices, the landmines of medical debts, and the sniper fire of shame. His war has no end, no victory—only survival. Ask the veteran, and he will tell you: war leaves scars that never heal. Ask the poor man, and he will say the same. Both have seen hell. The only difference is—one had a uniform. Would you call him (the poor man) any less a soldier? The Rescue The Perishing Foundation, in collaboration with Pay4Me, is on the lookout for the victims of poverty. If you see any of them, or interested in partnering with us on this mission, please get in touch with us ASAP! *Call/WhatsApp:* +233552919293/ +233543263255