They born in a world
A world of rich,
They suffer in a world
Ruling by the rich.
They known as Poor
In the world of rich.
Poor people have no money
To buy winter clothes.
They have no home, have only hopes,
That's why, they sleep in the road.
Winter is the month
They fear the most.
They often die in the cold
Winter is a month, they lose the most.
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A good write on life and poverty. You have a kind heart