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A universal citizen
With no territorial boundary.
Colour of no need,
No race, but with wings.
Poverty, a foe to human existence.
A giver of lack and
A giver of easier of abundance.
Poverty pieces through imagination.
Popular in minds.
Satisfied residing with the indolence.
Hale and hearty, they are
Begging letters though.
Poverty a great choice, they accept.
Incomes wasted under spirituous liquor
And adultery grave.
Dance to their tune, future refuses.
Owing to lack of belief
The Belief ties with their dreams
The Dreams left tattered.