Absent Father
Tired Mother
Broken Society
Children are dirty
If anyone thinks he can change the poor through writing
Let him ask from the prey that diedby biting
I advise you to give up this attitude
Stop thinking of changing their altitude
Frustrated mother
Adventurer Father
Shattered society
Unhealthy home, entirely dirty
There problem starts from home
Like a Christian that leaves Rome
Before you use yourself as substitute
Demand the reason for being destitute
Unhappy mother
Aiming higher
On her children
And she can't afford a pen
Don't follow the multitude
Try and change your attitude
Your plans should be abated
And they never be debated
Lost Father
Dead mother
Orphan children
Left with neither asset nor pen
That's how they will be progressing without picnic
They are sick but can't afford clinic
Don't use your yourself as a substitute
In other to save the destitute
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