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How the Poor Die
Creatures unravel their wings,
Smoke stacks rise from ominous pillars.
We're such petty things,
Caramel coated compulsive liars.
The noblest die in the streets,
Deceivers fly away to nest from their vampiric pursuits.
Children of Medusa enjoy processed sweets,
Benefited from their parent's loots.
How sad it has become,
When death [alone] is our final companion.
Where is this poverty from?
Anywhere else than a devilish dominion?
This is why the poor cry.
This is how the poor die.
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Awesome Poem! So relevant to todays society.
The ones whom cannot afford proper healthcare are left out. Left to die alone!
We need a Change!
I hope people read this and feel an righteous anger from what I hope is successful social realism.