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IN THE LAND OF RICH AND POOR
The scorching sun blazes,
Melting the clouds melt,
The poor long for rain.
The morning sky was quite dark,
With streaks of lightning,
But it just thundered.
In this land of rich and poor,
Misery is high,
The poor do not sigh.
My heart feels sad for these souls,
Who work hard daily,
But there is no rain.
In The God Almighty they,
Keep their hopes much high,
O, when will it rain?
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Dear Friend,
Why doesn't it rain, find the anwer in my poem "seeds of hypocrisy". There is a lot happening uner the sky and the rain doesnn't fall on the sinners. I am sure you agree. The majority is paying the price.
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