I Pity every city.
I Pity about Dirty Poverty, which is spread in Widening City.
I Feel Pity, About People in Poverty in the Widen City.
I Feel Pity for the Enriched Poverty which is in all the City.
I Feel Pity, because of my Humanity.
I Feel Pity and I can feel only Pity about People in Poverty.
I Can Feel Only Pity because Poverty is as wide as City.
I Can Feel Only Pity about Poverty.
Because I' am blessed Only to Feel Pity.
I can Feel Only Pity because I' am blessed with Hand full of Scarcity
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