The true poor lacks
Not money or maybacks
To posess it all and stil be have nots.
So short on insight
Too blind to see
Their measurless worth to humanity.
You wake up on the wrong side or town
The subsidised apartment so run down.
You curse your fate , you race bait
Your heavy heart you pack with hate.
Real wealth is that beating heart
A stranger giving you a start
The air you breathe
The light of day
A sing along as you make your way.
Be careful with your heart some more
The air , the sea and the shore
As with these lack we are truly poor.
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