The Poor & The RichA Poem by parenthesesThe poor and their hope Enough to cope, enough to cushion the rope Their necks still break, their kin still weep But the world still turns if hope they keep The rich and their stuff Never too much and never enough The earth stripped bare, the people despair But their lust for stuff is their only care
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