The rhythm of life
listening to the broken souls
with eyes glittering
to see a ray of hope.
Poverty is an uncommitted crime
A fragile smile shines again
with a hunger stricken stomach all the time
lighting a candle of darkness again .
The slightest glimpse of chance
fills the heart of a poor with dance
unemployed wise awaits long
restless with an unheard song.
Standing on a hill of assets
forbidden under the hands of desire
Yet, unity seems the only way
to unleash the power of a day.
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