O' Distributor, may you tell me please,
Why to some, you have given the glamour of life,
Free of miseries, reclining in cosy beds,
To some, you have given endless nights of pain,
Sleeping on the pavements...
...beside junkyards, and graveyards,
Braving cold, sickness, and hunger,
What's the reason?
May you please convince me!
Mykoul
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