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Poverty

Trying to sleep,
on a bed of cold stone,
with sheets and clothes,
you've long outgrown.

Tryin to live,
In a world so serene,
people look at you cruelly,
and think you obscene.

You live in the shadows,
of our fears and our doubts,
youu live and survive,
with no in's or out's.

Yet we think ourselves mighty,
so pronounced, so proud,
we think our ways the best,
but we're just lost in the crowd.

We must step from our thrones,
and see what those see,
see through the eyes,
of those in poverty.





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