Most people in power forget just one thing -
They miss the chance to do good things in life,
And live in selfishness and pride, like a king,
Notbothered of the common man in strife!
And all seems well as long as joys persist,
And wealth ill-gotten accrues sans effort;
With air of superiority, they insist
That all are refugees within their fort!
When health is gone, they see the light of things;
The guilt of tyranny upsets their heart;
And newer woes and sufferings, life brings,
Until with broken heart, they all depart!
God gives one power to help unlucky ones;
You cannot bowl, bat, field and score big runs!
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