The Poor And Puffed Pockets Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Global girth seems to gain all the time,
And giants garner pie's goodly prime.
Rich pocket the most, why
The poor still poorer die,
Not to own still, pile up wealth is crime.

It's fine if your lemon's a sweet lime,
It's no crime thoughts of ‘I',
Do savour your sweet pie,
And pay heed; puncture no poor man's rhyme,
Listen to muffled sighs, spare a dime.
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The fight against inequality is not only making little progress but is losing ground. The rich one percent is slated to control more than half of global wealth by 2016, says an Oxfam report. World's 80 wealthiest pockets (85 in 2014)own $ 1.9 trillion, the same quantum shared by 3.5 billion poor. The poor are hurt in two ways: They get a smaller share of the economic pie, and due to extreme inequality, there is lesser pie to share. Every year the elite at Davos talk of good intentions and the poor in hope listen. The global elite gloss it over all the time.
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