It is the poor against the rich
The sun that set late in the evening
Can only be imagined on the rich life style
Only the poor sees what the rich does
The top is the goal of the rich and the maintenance of it
The blame games are often the goal of the poor
The language of the poor appear as God loves them more
To give them heaven as the reward of their wretchedness
Wisdom and knowledge break the chain
God is not partial, ignorance has a say in all of these
Dream, set your goal, fight, imagine your greatness
Reach the star, overcome your fear, and stay on your lane
Look for your opportunity, positioned for your luck and say your prayer
Wait; take your chance, if fate comes be strong, hate excuses and let your hard work
Embraces faith, sooner or later your conclusion over the poor and the rich shall be determined by the class you pass unto. Babajide Aina
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