I Am Poor

I know that I’m poor
Come my uncle, come my aunties
Side by side, I wish the plate

Mother! Show me the way
A dream of the day
Come to me once a day
A whole night no sleeping
Give the spear of the late
I spit because of the plate

First chamber with fruits
The famous one from Italy
Second chamber with vegetables
Because the followed one will be of burnt hen
My stomach will feel full
As I see the last chamber full of rice
This is the life my preface

Tight the un tighten
And cover the uncovered
One day you’ll give me the dream plate.

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