Each country is dependent on the next;
This important axiom is forgotten;
If the rich control the poor on some pretext;
The next must work for you to you fatten!
Events are all ephemeral on earth;
No nation thrives by its own toil/effort;
That is a limit to a person’s girth;
You need the Maker’s blessings since your birth.
A nation’s problems are quite intricate;
Advantages are there with poverty;
The good, you must with labor imitate;
At any time can come adversity.
But remember, the brotherhood of men;
All earthlings are meant for both earth/Heaven.
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