The Rich Die Away

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Thrown to the ground but still have hope to get up and look around,
At people,
Who wish there wasn’t war.
Where no one is hungry, no one is poor.
But still,
A hungry beggar stands at the door
Begging and pleading for just a little more.
But still shoved away apparently no one cares today.
But the poor still find hope inside.
The passion the fire the pride inside.
And now they all stand up as if to say,
This is the day the rich will die away,
And the poor will rule the day.





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