Human Dracula

In this world of modernity
The worst curse is poverty
A poor often thought to be 
A blur on the high society

For the wealthy assume that
The world is their monopoly
And the poor down trodden
Is for them unwanted tragedy

But who has made the poor
It is unjust indiscrimination
That gave birth to poverty
And all the social alienation

You cannot become a rich if
You don’t know how to suck
The blood of simple fellows
To let them to ground stuck
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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