Problem filled world this is
for those favored not by luck
Vast multitudes suffer in silence
Stung by poverty
scared by scarcity
Deprived of treatment
drowned in diseases
Treated as unequal
for lack of a status
Its is a daily fight for survival
In an uncomfortable atmosphere
Having granted such a life
Oh! God how you expect composure?
Remove not their brains
with your tests for patience
Remove their strains in daily life
Remove the stains of inequality
Rebound them with gains of human life
Agree every one then Oh! God
You treat all humans with parity
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Treat all human beings equally. A sound request. Thank you.