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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555566" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hear, Oh hear, Dire Poverty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh dire poverty thou breathe the deep poorness, <br>Thou from whose arms you have laid unlucky<br>Are suffering by certain fear of thy unhappiness, <br>Neither food, nor shelter, and no money; <br>Thou still hunger grows on dreadful houses, <br>Those gloom of dying lives on a sanctuary, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The frightful smiles within damp vicinities<br>Seeking for thy time to set them free, <br>Away from the presence of evil in cities; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feel; oh feel, the cries of ravenous children, <br>Of citizens moaning o’er great famine<br>Hear, oh hear, if only you could speak or listen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou embrace them of thy broken dreams<br>They desire to escape from nightmares, <br>Of grief, forlorn on smelly garbage streams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy cynical gestures for the hapless beggar<br>Thou poverty-stricken multitudes; <br>Everyday, they seek out for a coin like a war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Withdraw thy lips, devoid their sadness, <br>To fill their hearts of waking hope<br>With thine kiss, be the reason of distress, <br>And while thou cut their once holding rope<br>To go forth beyond disarrays, life and death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O’er a plate of food surrounded of a starving<br>Family, around the wick of lantern’s strange rays<br>By thy commotions, in the dark they’re quivering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heal, oh heal, the wounds thy left on their friends, <br>Whose unseen pain shared by misfortunes, <br>Of ne’er been wealthy people buried on lends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when thy moments, distort from citizen’s rage, <br>They will achieve transient success or joys<br>Yet thy motive, sob on earth, frantic on thy cage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If only oblivion will be the only way to forget, <br>Oh dire poverty, that seems to be eternal<br>Hear, oh hear, we’ll end thy existence with no regret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Raymond+Cabrera">Raymond Cabrera</a><div class=q>
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Thou from whose arms you have laid unlucky
Are suffering by certain fear of thy unhappiness, 
Neither food, nor shelter, and no money; 
Thou still hunger grows on dreadful houses, 
Those gloom of dy..."></div>
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