The poor man is blessed,
the rich cant make his way to heaven,
the poor is missed, the rich got praised for a well done job
without lifting a wrist,
hunger is normal for the poor,
feast is casual for the rich,
but as soon as one gathers the kings bones
another peasant doubles his fists.
Cry for what they need,
but cursed they are.
For blessed is the poor with integrity,
than those become perverse in needs of war.
Wake up my poor brother!
We have no gifts to give,
so our friends are more like enemies,
and our brothers strangers.
We have no feast to have,
nor no bones to grab!
Poor am I? They say,
but rich in dignity.
Need I am? They mock,
but wealthy in the pride.
POOR BUT BLESSED!
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RandomThis book has poetry for all people of all kinds.It was mainly written for people with a deep and creative mind.You can message me if you want me to write a poem about a certain situation that you have experienced.
