All good ones walk on the same road
And say that the West is the best.
They find in it peaceful life's code
In the Third World there is no rest.
Bag and baggage they go to west
And leave behind inferiority
In all those who want to contest
With problems with torn poverty.
Brave ones don't leave the battlefield
Good cause is all they want to have
Neither medals nor shining shield
And for coming time the path pave.
Please live in Poverty's cottage
And try to build it up anew
Try to fill the empty pottage
With paradise' honey and dew.
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