Why tell me about it i know life can be unfair
There are millions of people nowadays living of hope in despair
In refugee camps and homeless shelters and condemned to sleeping rough
Compared to them i am one who has never known it tough
In a human world of many have nots poverty is rife
And millions are condemned for to live a miserable life
Millions become victims of circumstance of birth that's how it seems to be
It is like the luck of the draw that's how it seems to me
In a human world where money speaks every language there is so much poverty
And millions do know of a life of extreme misery
For a minority of very wealthy people many have nots it does seem this way
We all cannot be winners as some do like to say
But then poverty is a relative thing with that would you agree
Suppose such is life as some do say and this is how 'twill always be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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