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Some Neo-Rich

When they wallow in luxury Yet groan in their greed, Restless as restless could be; Not aware of self's real need, Nor listening to wisdom's words, Too sure of their crooked creed; -They could have flown like birds Quite individual and free, Not driven by desire in herds- Not crown but scum of the city, They deserve not awe but our pity.

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