Living in poverty


This life,
A joy stealing ride.
The rich will get richer
While the poor stays bitter.

Work hard just to survive
But it doesn't matter,
Because only the rich will thrive.
A never ending pattern,

Generation after generation
Working your finger to the bone
Till days before your cremation.

Work until you die
never living life.

Resort to a life of corruption
Even if it means your destruction.
Save your children from poverty
Give them a life of better quality.

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