Poor
POOR
As we built up the castles
For the firm that's devoid .
They rank the bloods
For the richest survive.
We hope our pulses,
Grant ours better lives.
I mere be
A homeless deprive.
Outfits can't hit,
The jobs we did.
We've seen the riches
And their splendid.
We are done with thoughts,
And stunned with dreams.
One day I hope,
May fulfill .
They call us 'Poor'
But far its,
Just a game of moor.
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
Copyright © Shruti Rawat | Year Posted 2016
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