We the hungry tired the poor,
Whom wish for more.
Verily we know that nothing,
Good worth while, is here free.
Should we steer away the one's
whom damaged can not learn,
from those that can?
And introduce the damaged one's
to something,
they can do and love and grow to
love themselves?
And for those whom can
and offered to.
The more they learn,
the more they earn, in taxes paid.
While the impoverished,
Whom get back what little they
have paid.
Have nothing to U.S. gained.
And all have lost.
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