POOR INDEED
They work
They toil
But nothing they receive
They cry
So loud to the lords
But it seems
It is all in vain
What should they do?
Sit and wait for death
Or
Go to the streets
To find survival
Alas!
The poor find life hard
However much
They over work.
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