One country but different people
One class has,
The other, well, doesn’t.
One country
Some dying of hunger
Others from obesity.
One country of beggars
Some with rusty tin plates
Others in three piece suits
With golden international begging bowls.
One country with different people
Some boiling mangoes and paw paws
For breakest, lunch and supper
Others savor all manner of delicacies
Caring not about the other.
One country indeed
Of those who have
And those who have not.
A country of classes
Where there peasants little
Is a stream in the Sahara
Flowing into the rich’s Atlantic.
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