Answer:
I am owned by the poor the rich does not need me. If you eat me you will die!
In prison I'll be found. But I would never go to court Unless there's more than one
I am black when you buy me, red when you use me. When I turn white, you know it's time to throw me away. What am I?
I wear a red robe with staff in hand and a stone in my throat.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.