Poverty,
I've not got the means;
To help myself in life!
Because, i have no job at hand.
Poverty,
With the muse of life;
No money,
But enough honey in my land.
The harmony of life,
The symphony of poverty,
The orchestra of the problems around me today! !
Not even with a job;
Oh! Poverty.
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