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Hatred, intolerance, poor hygienic conditions and violence all have roots in illiteracy, so we're trying to do something to help the poor and the needy.

quote by Abdul Qadeer Khan
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I used to think I was poor. Then they told me I wasn't poor, I was needy. They told me it was self-defeating to think of myself as needy, I was deprived. Then they told me underprivileged was overused. I was disadvantaged. I still don't have a dime. But I have a great vocabulary.

quote by Jules Feiffer
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If I Had A Million In Money

Though money will not save you from the reaper and your mental depression won't cure
I'd rather be wealthy and unhappy than to be unhappy and poor
For how can some one poor be truly happy and it does not make much sense to me
When some says he is happy go lucky though he is living in poverty?

If I had a million in money I could help out a needy few
For if you are a poor ordinary battler not much to help out can you do
I know what it feels like without money one might say tell us something new
And that money can speak any language as ever happens to be true.

You may be a well meaning person a kind soul with a heart of gold
But lack of money is your major drawback the same old story as of old
And without money you cannot do much for others though you can help them in some other way
Like doing work for some needy person without asking for any pay.

If I had a million in money I could help a few friends in need
And others would say he is generous and by good example he lead
But I am as poor as a church mouse and I've never been financially secure
And like everyone lacking in money I cannot do much for the poor.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Bailout My Soul

My soul, is now empty
I know not, what to think
of this demise from, the rich and greedy
Shame on you all, forgettin' the poor and needy

The human spirit will still, soar on through
Although the poor are forgotten
oh my, thats' me and you

It's not that your poor
with your money machines
printing what ceo's need
more of the green

For we are in a worldy mess
never were poor mentioned
as Dylan once spoke
this so called rich American society
is but a joke

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Provide water and air which is clean and pure

Water
Is the most important
Need of life
The miracle liquid
Is scarce and polluted
Specially in the villages
The poor and needy
Are force to drink it in plenty
Science and technology
Is being used more and more
By all the countries
Underdeveloped nations
In their urge
To become developed
Use resources
In an unbalanced manner
Nobody bothers
About the poor villagers
Industries of rich and powerful
Pollute environment and soil
Toxifying the water underneath
With chemicals like chlorine
Rivers and lakes too face their ire
Poor people forced to drink
The same water
Causing diseases
In the poor and needy
What was provided by god?
Free of cost, is now bought
Enormous profits are earned
In the name of water,
Pure and healthy
I ask everybody
To wake and rise
Force the rulers
To use their might
Provide water and air
Which is clean and pure
Develop water purifiers
Cheap and handy
Distribute them to the needy
Save poor people from
Disease and dying

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Hollywood Holiday

I rode my motorcycle through a watermelon patch
Right on the california freeway
I took my holy Bible on my blessed boogie woogie drive
Cause I know I know I know
Where I go oh lord theyre gonna bless me jive
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
I parked my motorcycle on hollywood and vine
And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue
I took my sole survival and bore my cross on a string
Cause I know I know I know
What I dear I bear my charm to king
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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I Go For Simplicity My Friend

i go for simplicity my friend
because i am poor

i do not go for sophistication
because i am poor

i do not complicate matters
because i am poor

i do not want you to misunderstand
because i am poor

i do not want you to think some more
because i am poor

i do not want to convince you
because i am poor

i do not want you to be with our side
because we are poor

i want all things in their simplified forms
because we cannot afford
any other form of convolutions

we cannot afford another revolution
it will be expensive
and we have no more years to give
to pay for the sponsors

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Lay of Poor Louise

Ah, poor Louise! the livelong day
She roams from cot to castle gay;
And still her voice and viol say,
Ah, maids, beware the woodland way,
Think on Louise.

Ah, poor Louise! The sun was high,
It smirch'd her cheek, it dimm'd her eye,
The woodland walk was cool and nigh,
Where birds with chiming streamlets vie
To cheer Louise.

Ah, poor Louise! The savage bear
Made ne'er that lovely grove his lair;
The wolves molest not paths so fair-
But better far had such been there
For poor Louise.

Ah, poor Louise! In woody wold
She met a huntsman fair and bold;
His baldric was of silk and gold,
And many a witching tale he told
To poor Louise.

Ah, poor Louise! Small cause to pine
Hadst thou for treasures of the mine;
For peace of mind that gift divine,
And spotless innocence, were thine,
Ah, poor Louise!

Ah, poor Louise! Thy treasure's reft!
I know not if by force or theft,
Or part by violence, part by gift;
But misery is all that's left
To poor Louise.

Let poor Louise some succour have!
She will not long your bounty crave,
Or tire the gay with warning stave-
For Heaven has grace, and earth a grave,
Poor poor Louise.

poem by Sir Walter Scott
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I am that I am

I am that i am
I am the light of the universe
The stars in the sky
The highest mountain
The water of life
The truth and the way
Solution to problems
I am that i am
I am equity and justice
Freedom and happiness
Free and fairness
Merciful and kindness
I hate violence
Love to the poor and the needy
Seek me and you will find me
I am that iam

poem by Matt Ancient
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Be true to yourself

You are true to your self
The sea has enough in its shelf
Still it remains calm and quiet
The feelings are definitely made know or let

Was this really intended to turn out?
What was then sacrifice, sufferings and all about?
So much blood shed in the name of religion
Instead why not spread the message of love in all the regions?

Where do we find actual feeling?
Who wants to offer it just as willing?
I don't know what I am celebrating
Was the sacrifice meant for equating?

Yes it has been reduced to mere celebration
There is no direct link of any suggestion or connection
It has been reduced to purely an event for joy
let whole world deep in it and enjoy

I shall not remain in doors
Rather go out in the services of poor
I will be able to share their grief
Though I shall stay only brief

We have come off to an age
Today we are able to mange
There are no more crisis as that of past
The torture and intolerance has a long last

I would love to be among needy
They will really be nice and no greedy
I shall celebrate with them in free air
This will be sensible and fair

It least I will not be called Hippocratic
At least this be less sarcastic
I shall love the occasion to be celebrated
But the poor and forgotten ones will be feted'

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Spare The Rod

Don't love Daddy cos
he’s mad cruel one.
Who uses buckled belt
to smack stinging bum.

A lesson anger lashed
in frenzied intolerance.

Teaching frustrated right
enforced with maniac might.
Not a lasting heartfelt
love of morals learnt.

Violence only teaches
who is the strongest
not who is morally right
domestically the worst
parental role models.

Domestic violence
must be community viewed
with social intolerance.

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Themes Of Domestic Violence!
See also ‘After Burn’, ‘Jumping Puddles’ and ‘Male Myth Busters’.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Christ's Little Sister

Little Sister of the Poor,
Asking alms from door to door,
Ever on you go;
Clothed in the garb of meekness,
Finding strength in others' weakness,
Soothing others' woe.

Little Sister of the Poor,
Rich in patience to endure
Stern Redemption's load;
Cold and rain and parching heat
Hinder not heroic feet
On the Royal Road.

Little Sister of the Poor,
When your weary day is o'er
Rest there may not be;
For the aged, sick, and needy
Vigils claim and succor speedy,
Turning unto thee.

Little Sister of the Poor,
Narrow is the way but sure,
Heavenward leading on;
For the Master's word thou knowest,
'What unto the least thou doest
Unto me is done.'

poem by John Bannister Tabb
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Oh To Be Wealthy And Famous

Oh to be wealthy and famous living in a big house by the sea
With a Rolls Royce in my garage of money worries quite free
Seen as a successful person with heaps of money to spend
Everyone would want to know me everyone would be my friend.

I could help the poor and needy for others I could do good
I could help you out then poor fellow instead of saying I would help you if I could
Money it speaks every language pity the poor and downtrod
Surely there is nothing greater than money the great paper god.

I could do wonders with money help those in dire poverty
Be an example to others to worthy causes donate generously
Instead I struggle for survival one of the poor of our Street
Life for me an uphill battle struggling for to make ends meet.

Oh to be wealthy and famous the wealthiest man in the Town
I could be generous with money help those financially down
Instead I am just a poor battler who would wish to be my friend
I who must be careful with money and count every dollar I spend?

poem by Francis Duggan
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Those that Pretend to Help the Poor

the hypocrites
of the Help the Needy
and Deliver the Poor
& The Oppressed

they are Thieves
disguised as
Solicitors

They say We care for the Poor
and We who are filled with so much
Guilt
Upon our abundance
waddling
Parted with our Surplus and
Say
We have done our Part
we have given
what is due them

They are Fat and Drunk
Drinking and Making Merry till dawn
We fast
and Reflect
We give and
They all Steal

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Almost all the noblest things that have been achieved in the world, have been achieved by poor men; poor scholars, poor professional men, poor artisans and artists, poor philosophers, poets, and men of genius.

quote by Albert Pike
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A Small Plot Of Land

Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so
Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The barbs laughed
The fool is dead
Poor dunce
Hes less than within us
The brains talk
But the will to live is dead
And prayer cant
Travel so far these days
The talk of your life
Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce
Swings thru the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days
Poor dunce
Poor dunce
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul

song performed by by David Bowie
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Psalm 12

Help oh Lord for the Godly man ceases
And the enemy pours in and breaks to pieces
The poor the afflicted and those who are needy
Are condemned by the vile, the wicked, the greedy

Now I will arise and deliver the poor
And deliver him safely through an open door
For my Word is like silver, tried and true
I will preserve them forever, though they be but few

poem by Frank McEleny
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Throw Down A Line

Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Whos drowning in the stormy sea
Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Whos hanging in a nowhere tree
Have you got a place for me
Men are tied in chains of silence
I look on violence, up, down, left and right
Is there no hope of light
The peaceful hand that once caressed me
Hurts like the rest, because its turned to stone
Talons of steel have grown
Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Whos drowning in the stormy sea
Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Whos hanging in a nowhere tree
Have you got a place for me
Yeah, oh help me, yeah
Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Whos drowning in the stormy sea
Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Whos hanging in a nowhere tree
Have you got a place for me
See the moon, its getting nearer
But no more clearer than the earth below
What do we really know
I feel the stab of pain returning
Despair is burning in my heart again
Why dont they see the end, ooooh
Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Whos drowning in the stormy sea
Yeah, throw down a line, help a poor boy
Whos hanging in a nowhere tree
Have you got a place for me
Throw down a line, help a poor boy
Whos drowning in the stormy sea
Yeah, throw down a line, help a poor boy
Whos hanging in a nowhere tree
Have you got a place for me

song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Poor Little Girl

Poor Little Girl

Nobody cares what she does
She only lives what she was
In her mind reliving thoughts of yesterday
‘til she finds she knows her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl

Why can’t she love what she’s seen
People don’t want her to’ve been
Wasting time and living in her yesterday
‘til she finds she knows her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl

Her heart will shoulder
Who she’s intended to be
She may never know her
Until she has set herself free

Harboring the darkest nights of yesterday
So until she finds her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl

She’s so important to me
I admit I use to be
Runnin’ never knowin’ of my destiny
Blessings in disguise today that end that play

Poor little girl,
Poor little girl
Poor little girl
Little girl’s me

Copyright 1969, Will Fiala

poem by Will Fiala
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Poor Baby

Orbison/c & r price
Glittery eyes; witchy smiles
A good time is all you are after
Skin tight thighs; little white lies
Put you in the center of the laughter
But your reign of queen is over
Your fortress has been broken down
You're still the center of the laughter
But your role has changed to the clown
Chorus
Ooh poor baby
Someone broke your heart in two
Ooh poor baby
Who would have thought it could happen to you
Poor baby
A pretty face; sweet talkin' ways
Got you a part of the action
A come-over-touch, glances and such
You always had to be the main attraction
Now you're the one who's crying
You lost at your own lonely game
You're still the center of attraction
But now i'm gone, you've got yourself to blame
Chorus
Ooh poor baby
Do what you said you'd never do
Ooh poor baby
You let someone get much too close to you
Poor baby
Poor baby,poor baby
Poor baby,poor baby

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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If I were dead

'IF I were dead, you'd sometimes say, Poor Child!'
The dear lips quiver'd as they spake,
And the tears brake
From eyes which, not to grieve me, brightly smiled.
Poor Child, poor Child!
I seem to hear your laugh, your talk, your song.
It is not true that Love will do no wrong.
Poor Child!
And did you think, when you so cried and smiled,
How I, in lonely nights, should lie awake,
And of those words your full avengers make?
Poor Child, poor Child!
And now, unless it be
That sweet amends thrice told are come to thee,
O God, have Thou no mercy upon me!
Poor Child!

poem by Coventry Patmore
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