There's so much poverty
because we are all betting
on the same horse, healthy
stealthy, strong and sound
and the owner will be rich
but he won't be too happy
for he eats the lonely crumbs
from his neat silver-dishes
with his golden tableware
to feed his over empty belly
filled with hungry butterflies! M
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