I trekked kilometers years back
And I earned no amount a month
But I studied hard
Now I am reaping the seed I sow
But you sit on the bench
From morning till the night
Poverty shall strike you
‘Cos you don’t work for a dime
Laziness has become part of you
And your ancestors were not like this
For they work extremely hard
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