To see the drops of blood
Flowing from my body
From the savings of years
Unnecessarily drop after drop
Before my eyes
When my hands are bound
I need patience
To recollect it again
Because I have maintained it
With the labour of years
But can fall within a second
Due to a hole created by
The jealous of neighbours.
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