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| poverty stricken people living on the streets |
All my life I’ve lived
In poverty
I toiled and suffered
And battled it daily
Poverty is a demon that
deprives you
Of everything you have
Poverty, poverty
I was born in poverty
I lived in poverty
I have felt the shame and
disgrace of poverty
I have felt the brutal assault
of reality
When it comes to poverty
My very life is the perfect
example of poverty
I yearned for riches
But none would come
My way
All I see is just poverty
Rearing its ugly head everyday
Poverty, oh my lord
Why poverty
Why me? I often asked
Only wishing that this
State of life
Would soon pass
But it forever lingers
With no intent of relief
This state of poverty
Is causing me too much grief
Poverty, poverty
Need I say more?
Well it seems I will
Have to remain poor
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