The poor are neglected and forgotten Like the old pages of an old book in
An isolated library in an old house, They were born poor because some greedy People stole their life and their bread In a bad moment and in a bad place, Poverty is the poor people's common friend Because everyone refused them completely, They are not bad, but nobody accepts the Poor people and God damn their ugly poverty, Poverty is a sin because the greedy people Considered the poor and their poverty a sin, The poor are dreaming and their poverty is Hovering like an ugly bird over their heads, The poor people did not buy poverty or did Not make it, but some bad minds and hearts, and
One day everything will be different when we Clean the whole world from this God damn this poverty.
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