Much Harrow know the hearts of the Homeless,
what know that polished plutocrats?
The filth of Nations have seen,
so many lives defined by struggle:
they those who hunger forever.
the Beauty of Building-where carries it the benefit,
for those deep in deadly poverty-
for they are ones without worldly wealth!
But Poor, O Poor, be not Parasites Permanent,
nor be delinquent, greedy sloths!
for O dear poor,
if that be the case,
'Pity, Perhaps...', the People will say.