Hypocrisy well hidden
under the mask love squeaks a tale so high
with a bayonet like tongue;
sweet speech a poisonous dart
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A constant companion
over the years of my school days
a friend who cared a lot
for me and for my cousins
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the vain glories
of pleasure worldly
later becomes the sole worry
a sickly home renders nightmare.
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When the will is broken
Of what avail of fighting
That life seems a castaway boat
Some may feel so.
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Oh Lord
when will the world cry for poors
that inherits the ‘rich poverty’;
will the day come when
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one day
during the evening’s calm
my mind gained the maximum composure
amidst the rays golden
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poisonous indeed
the luxury that taint the poverty;
Many poor souls
sacrifice their spirit
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When a child is born unto you
remember my dear ones
it’s a gift chosen by the omnipresent love
for you to nurture and culture
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a man with only one leg
boarded a bus once in the past
with wooden crutches supporting his whole body
beneath his armpits
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When the tide speaks low
ocean do not grumble or bow;
when the waves strike high
ocean do faint or die;
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