THE BEGGARS OF RICH'S STREET
Ragged alone with none to assist,
Cry for help looks primed to persist,
Hard it is to make a notice,
Heart so turmoiled and far from peace.
Stop sometimes and listen to the beggar speak,
Worthy at times to pay attention to contents out of a parrot's beak,
Good it is to be rich along with a very pure heart,
Rich as you are results to nothing without an impact.
Cursed is the name that begs the rich,
Beyond are beggars casted away from the point of reach,
Fed to the dogs are those viewed as obstinate,
Alert so low sees every beggar become a bait.
Far beneath they're looked down on,
Hope so far away to even stumble upon,
Mockery everyday for the rest of their lives,
Messiah unknown to save them from their strives.
Broad is the margin between the poor and the rich,
Difference enormous like a whale so mammal to be a fish,
Inequality all it is everywhere on Rich's street,
Not for beggars to claim nor make their district.
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ONCE UPON A TIME
PoetryONCE UPON A TIME is a 3-in-1 poem collection circling around Reality, Love, and Horror. The compiled poems are not in any way interrelated with one another, although they portray the aura of being the best in their respective categories. Do enjoy as...
