The Poor - Poem by PHIL WINTER
Devoid of hope, they copulate
And overpopulate the world.
Their birth - an outright mockery
Their life - unending misery.
Maligned and destroyed
They're flung aside like rubbish!
Up comes a new generation
Keeping the cycle in motion
And the misery of the poor
Continues ever more.
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