Poverty
Sighted I a muddy cottage that stand erected not on earth Ready to collapse with the help of a very kind heavy wind
Through it cracked walls I saw the family that conserved using the language of hunger And their children befriended the crying
The day has knocked through their souls With vacant stomach like ravenous rat In search of morsel they move to and fro
They screamed for help to the devil and evils Who's was listed not in their menu and charity is no longer in existence
They swims in the ocean of misery And has painted their souls for a morsel they may loose their souls Surrounded by un pitiful riches
Ignominy is the kaftan they worn They forgot that poverty is insanity not
But They abhored to lulls their souls
Oh! this souls together we shall foster and bring them succour Not became like eagles and faunas Who only knows their family and friends
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