The face of the poor has paled
His voice finally cracked
He is faceless
He is voiceless.
Though hardship has made for him a coat
And trouble hung around his neck a note
But no one seem to see his plight cause he is faceless.
Though he wailed aloud in pain
And wallowed on deserted plain,
No one seem to hear him cause he is voiceless.
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