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tower of poverty
since 15 years everything look the same
back then it was out of my range
what i'm printing, imprinting the pain
glum at every corner, sitting in vain
everyone was displeased
grief still exist
but don't know why?
it move when it reached
i know there is anger,
sitting at every corner
giving the blessings,
hide it somewhere in the shadow
some do try to cover their hut
dissident by their little meal
still fine for their little one
hoping will come out from their penury
