Charity gives itself rich, covetousness hoards itself poor.
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Avarice hoards itself poor; charity gives itself rich.
The man whose riches satisfy his greed
The man whose riches satisfy his greed
Is not more rich for all those heaps and hoards
Than some poor man who has enough to feed
And clothe his corpse with such as God affords.
I have no use for men who steal and cheat;
The fruit of evil poisons those who eat.
Some wicked men are rich, some good men poor,
But I would rather trust in what's secure;
Our virtue sticks with us and makes us strong,
But money changes owners all day long.
Charity separates the rich from the poor; aid raises the needy and sets him on the same level with the rich.
quote by Evita Peron
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Rich and Poor
In me a sense has felt like each,
One causes others to wonder of strange beliefs,
In a feeding are the poor,
Poor are the opposite of the Rich.
In this side of the valley,
The Rich are better at living,
In opposition to the laughter
Of the Poor.
Poor is not Rich,
And Rich carries no Wealth
Of Heavenly Times.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Very Thing That Makes You Rich
My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Braggart
someday i will be poor.
it will happen, someday i will be very poor.
and you will be rich, and happy and proud
and influential and famous
and be in the cover of Forbes Magazine
perhaps Times
for your exemplary charity
or Asia week for your nobility
and humanitarian projects
perhaps the Pope will make you Saint Marjorie
someday i will be poor, in fact, poor as the poorest rat,
but i know
i will still, and cannot still love you real.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Giving Is Not About Wealth Money
giving is not about wealth money
even the rich may give to charity
point zero zero percent popularity
$10,000 dollars a plate
$100,000 dollars a plate
give at gala privilege date
company charity legal loop tax break
tax profit right off refund fiddle book snack
celebrity dinner smartest rogue rat pack
profiteers
need more money for accumulative wealth
corporation prepares
to slice your employment benefits health
live in mansions
palaces give Hati sympathy not money stealth
the very very poor
will die but not at your luxury door
mega rich miser hoards riches indifferently making more
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
A Little Night Music soothes savage heart
Miracle Artist gave us beautiful music died in poverty stage depart
the world gave Mozart a common begger's grave
his bones mass buried his music important legacy save
giving is difference making caring filling empty tummy slave
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Almsgiving tends to perpetuate poverty aid does away with it once and for all. Almsgiving leaves a man just where he was before. Aid restores him to society as an individual worthy of all respect and not as a man with a grievance. Almsgiving is the generosity of the rich social aid levels up social inequalities. Charity separates the rich from the poor aid raises the needy and sets him on the same level with the rich.
The poor rich
Who is poor rich? Who is rich poor?
A lone duck among swans is poor rich.
A lone swan among ducks is rich poor.
Each circle has either of one in it.
30.05.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No Charity Too Is Good
Acts of attrition promote charity.
The guilt built might demand charity.
Seeking God’s bliss might cause charity.
From the surplus one might do charity.
Beneficiary being the needy,
Charity is a benevolent act.
Doing no charity is excellent
By not earning more than the bare need.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
quote by John Milton
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The American Declaration of Co-Dependence
The rich need the less rich
to oil their lives like soundless hinges
and do the jobs they would not want to do.
The poor need the less poor
to make the jobs for them to do
While those in the middle
have aspirations; work hard;
love their kids; and sometimes
feel warm glow of gratitude
for being safe and middling.
Then when times are tough…
perhaps it’s time for charity
and co-dependence
and some noble human impulse
that’s social without the ’ism
that scares the hell out of some folks
so don’t take it out
on the President;
America is you.
Co-dependence.
Like when they first
came off the boat
that passed the Statue
with a cry of hope
in many colours.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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US Civil War in Two Oh One Four
In the US the year is two oh one four.
Chasms between the rich and poor
Have reached a stage of feudal times.
For the poor rights are no more;
For the rich there are no crimes.
What once was ruling middle class
Has faded away like winter grass.
That worker’s home, once so sublime,
Now only rents as prices climb.
Wealth and power are with those few
Who hoard it and pursue
Every chance to enhance their throne,
Each day leaving poor more alone.
Like Greece and Rome two hundred years
Hail turbulent change with truculent fears.
America can’t turn back to safer shore
Its ship is listing in two oh one four.
China has spoken with its $5000 car,
Superior to what was Detroit by far.
Unemployed flood streets, but can’t find,
Nor keep mortgages from falling behind.
Rich buy their homes as values crash;
Then rent back gaining more cash.
Crime rises when hopeless turn to stealth,
While privileged few fortress their wealth.
With nothing to lose, these poor attack
The wealthy, who fiercely fight back
From bastions of privilege and power,
Inflicting horrible losses as they devour
Hoards of poor as conflict rages on
Three years till established power is gone.
Smoky skies and blood drenched tears
Again chronicle man’s brutal, selfish years.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Damet world
Poor dog
Walking
On the street...
Rich dog
In side
The home
Sounded
Waa...wa...waa...
poor street dog
Also
Sounded...
Dog also
poor or rich...?
The damet world...!
waa waa
waaaa
Rich and poor dogs...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Tears of the poor
Tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich.
Shedding of blood
Rich man's headache,
Poor men's justice.
Water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish,
Fire is the only solution
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is lover's desire
Poor men's unbearable pain.
Din is the only right choice
To put forth your demand.
Dew is the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and the king,
Morning is the 1st step
Of that poor men's sufferings.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Are you rich?
Because parents are rich
I am not rich.
Because brothers or sisters
Or in-laws are rich,
Because own children are rich
I am no richer.
Unless I myself am rich
I cannot be rich.
Too late to understand
And hence poor I went.
Agartala
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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2024
The year is 2024.
A chasm between the rich and poor
Has reached a stage of feudal times.
For the poor rights are no more;
For the rich there are no crimes.
What once was ruling middle class
Has faded away like winter grass.
That worker's home, once so sublime,
Now only rents as prices climb.
Wealth and power are with those few
Who hoard it and pursue
Every chance to enhance their throne,
Each day leaving poor more alone.
Like Greece and Rome two hundred years
Hail turbulent change with truculent fears.
America can't turn back to safer shore
Its ship is listing in 2024.
China has spoken with its $5000 car,
Superior to what was Detroit by far.
Unemployed flood streets, but can't find,
Nor keep mortgages from falling behind.
Rich buy their homes as values crash;
Then rent back gaining more cash.
Crime rises when hopeless turn to stealth,
While privileged few fortress their wealth.
With nothing to lose, these poor attack
The wealthy, who fiercely fight back
From bastions of privilege and power,
Inflicting horrible losses as they devour
Hoards of poor as conflict rages on
Three years till established power is gone.
Smoky skies and blood drenched tears
Again chronicle man's brutal, selfish years.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Little By Little
Poor man's anger rising.
The ostrich hides his head.
Soon the red blood will be boiling.
And blue blood will be dead.
While we say.
(chorus)
Little by little by little,
And stone by stone.
Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down
Poor boy sleeps on straw,
The rich boy sleeps in bed.
That fat boy fills his belly,
My poor boys's a dead,
While we say.
(chorus)
Little by little by little,
And stone by stone.
Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down.
The rich man drives his car past,
The poor man on bare feet.
That rich man do get what he wants
The poor must know defeat,
While we say.
(chorus)
Little by little by little,
And stone by stone.
Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down.
song performed by by Ub40
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The Tears Of The Poor Man
The tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich,
Yet the shedding of blood
Is the rich man's headache...
And what of the poor man's justice?
In truth, water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish!
Fire is the only solution!
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is each lover's desire,
Yet the poor man's unbearable pain.
Making a din is the only right choice
To put forth your final demand.
Dew is but the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and their kings,
While morning is but the first step
Of each poor man's sufferings...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Tears of the poor man (alternative version)
The tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich,
Yet the shedding of blood
Is the rich man's headache...
And what of the poor man's justice?
In truth, water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish!
Fire is the only solution!
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is each lover's desire,
Yet the poor man's unbearable pain.
Making a din is the only right choice
To put forth your final demand.
Dew is but the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and their kings,
While morning is but the first step
Of each poor man's sufferings..
poem by Abdul Wahab
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