the rich and the poor

the business men, with there wealth and power

see the light, or so they think

this light is fake and bland you see but they wont accept anything but that.

this is there life and it there choise, isnt that what is wrong with the world


a man in the gutter holding up sighs

he signals to you as you wak by, you stand and stare but pity him not

he has no light , nothing to blind him

he is whats wrong, a stain on life but he sees all and still fears the night

The End

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