Monday, 1 January 2018

The Poor

Such a terrible tragedy
Has stayed in our society
To throw a potion of our race
In to deserted place  

Is this justice we do
To this multitude crew
To separate them from us
For what they do

It is to heat them
For what they are
Or to love them as we are

Why the anger and disgust
That we show to them
Is it of evil that stays in us
Or of the rust in our crust

Is it not totally insane
To give them all this pain
For aren’t they the same

Humane to live in this earthly plain 

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