Pity Perhaps Poem by Igen Anord

Much Harrow know the hearts of the Homeless,
what know that polished plutocrats?
The filth of Nations have seen,
so many lives defined by struggle:
they those who hunger forever.

Exponential Expansion;
the Beauty of Building-where carries it the benefit,
for those deep in deadly poverty-
for they are ones without worldly wealth!

But Poor, O Poor, be not Parasites Permanent,
nor be delinquent, greedy sloths!
for O dear poor,
if that be the case,
'Pity, Perhaps...', the People will say.