With so much hardship at heart;
The mind always stays shallow.
Men toil hard and long all day on earth;
Yet poverty has put them behind the shadow.
Some were made to curse the day of their birth;
Depriving the soul from being hallow.
Whereas others put on crime like a shirt;
And they end up behind the gallow.
Freedom right of people has been cut to dearth;
Which cuts humanity to minnow.
Helplessness has stabbed our world like dart;
Causing damage like bow's arrow.
Laziness has come to play its own part;
Throwing men in deeep sorrow.
We need our God to clear our wart;
And then our lives will grow...
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