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FREEDOM OF SPEECH NOTHING SHOULD BE IMPOSED
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Saturday, December 27, 2008
Poverty Leaves Much to be Desired of the Human Spirit. A life of luxury So very cosy Curled up warm in our beds On our pillows, our gentle heads Clothes to wear Food to eat And pretty shoes don our feet Bulbs a light Roofs above Definitely, we've no lack of love We surf the net We see the world We learn of poverty from a television set We see unrest We know starvation We learn of hunger without a test Someday we must Take that step Out of comfort Into unrest To feel the anguish and pain forlorn Of the millions of others Who only have their clothes ever so torn Here's what I saw And my heart tore I'll tell you of the misery All that was left, a lesser me Kids running freely No parents caring Children begging For a dollar, for a chance For a pencil, for a bun Starved to the bone Their next meal unknown But in spite of these conditions You could see their resilience Their desire for life It could make you cry The smiles on their faces Cheerful and chirpy Waving friendly hellos And solemn goodbyes I turned them down We turned them down But these kids, they didn't frown! They kept their smiles And innocence too And deep down inside In their hearts, a crown of gold slowly grew It made me wonder How they're not bitter Living in slumps Foraging through rubbish dumps These kids, they grew And soon out of their nests they flew To start new colonies of their own With the eternal cycle ever continuing They were trapped In the unforgiving webs of society Where castes systems separated And glass ceilings divided And still, they persisted And resisted We the learned man Postulate theories of hierarchy Maslow's theory The Malthusian spaceship The need for poverty (for our selfish society) We decide to grade the quality of life By the cost of living, calories burnt More appalling, how much schooling We tend to forget, that we are deal with the simple man Who knows not of demand-and-supply, Who knows not of elasticity, Who knows not of society / the economy But the very simple next meal he desires In which, his prayers remain ever so pious Poverty doesn't just make the poor any poorer But he can and will take away the riches from the rich man's heart |
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