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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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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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wonderfully written ..thought provoking

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