People with lots of money,
lose them plenty,
causing them jittery,
in many nights..nonsleepy.
People with no money,
are dealt a blow....so heavy,
leaving them with hands..so empty,
and their stomach..so hungry,
making them end their lives desperately.
A poor man was so hungry,
that he stole fruit secretly,
from the altar of local deity,
donated by worshipers out of charity.
That made the god so angry,
because he himself got donation so scanty,
because the people were in poverty.
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