Empty stomach,
Needs food,
And they
Enjoying on cushion,
After nice food a treat,
They misused thrown used
The poverty,
Roaming on street,
All want slave-,
If a slave,
Don't shout,
Or seek-
Freedom,
Tell me,
Who'll, free them?
Is not our responsibility,
To remove poverty and do justice?
Or is it our inability?
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