Abundance and Penury
The houses in the dungeons call
But who is the receiver of those?
The cries are shunned, and all-
comes back from ears coarse.
The stately homes do proudly stand
Mincing the blood of weaker ones
The stink that shrouds the atmosphere
Is like perfume to richer ones.
Will poor always remain so poor?
Will no one help depose that curse?
Will all the big catches ever hear
The cry that emanates with a tear?
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Born in the year 54, only sister of brothers 4,
Love is the only entity in my world,
Trying to keep my family of 60+ in its hold,
Mother of 2 boys,nay, now a daughter too,
since my elder is married to a girl so cute,
Words are my best friends, in good or bad,
I write,as I can't fight, my spite only they,ve had.
The answer to that question lies with us. Forget the super rich…we are rich enough and if all of us do our part….that will also make a huge difference !
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