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The Contemporary Contradiction

Every night of me is in silence-
Whereas every day of our Country is in violence,
No one is ready to think deep
About the problems which are in heap.

Some are singing blissful songs
Forgetting about the poor who longs
For the day of his own;
Elsewhere I never hear that mourn.

Many are in search of friends to chatter
But for them hunger of the bottom-lined is of no matter.
Few has extravagant money to spend
And the child labor has no one to mend.

O! The Country has majority of this kind
Who barely has a single being to mind
The rich faces most of the days gladly;
The poor strives for a single penny badly.

The Nations' higher class gets varieties of food in ample
Meanwhile, the lower class finds hard to taste a sample
Also their children could only watch
Those things they could not match.

Very little people will open their eye
To look at these differences with a sigh,
Will anyone suggest?
At least one way to digest.

Why such a huge difference?
Is there any human interference?
O Lord! Why is this running race?
Who set this irregular pace?

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