Bill and Ben fight each other
For scraps of salmon sausage and poultry pies
That fall off tables of hunky hustlers who bother
Not at all for credible cries
The poor and vulnerable emit
As strife and poverty smash aspirations
They once had to quit
Slums and drum up actions
That enable Bill and Ben
To learn to read, write and reckon
So that in turn they could enter the den
Where dreams come alive and a ringtone
Sounds pounds of hope
For a worthwhile world in which
They no longer cope
On festivity fringes but turn on a sagacity switch.
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