A good return
What poor get in return for their poverty?
Sweet words, insult hatred or pity?
Do they deserve all sorts of humility from their own brethren?
Is it not betrayal of trust to God or matter of great concern?
Rich may get what ever they want in return of money
Poor may always remain helpless and lonely
There will not be any body to speak him with love
Still many are there for them ready to serve
“I live in the hearts of poor in disguised manner”
You may not know it at all but will come to know sooner
It is their blessings that may help you to ward off the difficulties
It is better to obey His wordings and work for all niceties
If you are gifted with talent, intelligence and wealth
You may always be concerned with beauty and health
You may not go near to patient or leper for service
Sometimes you may fail to attend event such as demise
“I live where love is spread with fragrance”
You must find out or know the sufferings at least once
It is curse on humanity not to show any decency
It is now high time we act with urgency
Are we not concerned with about our next door neighbor?
Do we bear ill will or anything against harbor?
If answer is emphatic no then we are step closer
We are rich in terms of all and can’t be called miser
World may approach its consequential end
We have delivered nothing or failed to send
We have forgotten peace at heart
This is an end of good start
We don’t know yet where we are heading?
Who pulls us towards destiny or leading?
We get no clue as who feeds whole universe?
All religions teach or reflect the same I their verses
Have we ever tried to feed even single person?
Can we go into detail and find out the reason?
Does that mean that we have been given special privilege?
Still we are in confusion and don’t come out of cage
This DOGMA has remained for centuries
Rich or intelligent people have always raised some queries
The power and fame has blinded them with intoxication
Though person knows the futility but still prefers suffocation
This will end only with the summons for departure
We may still bear bad feelings and nurture
“God may still come and whisper in ears for the best”
Don’t worry, I knew it well but still I had to test”
This is how the life has to be summed up
No can easily pretend, hide or come out with bluff
If we love each other something good will definitely prevail
Why not go for in it and the chances peacefully avail
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Age Old Dilemma
It has remained and been age old dilemma
But spelt well now by others and Dalai Lama
What we had understood about real life?
Was it merely passing time with very good wife?
That may be one good aspect
We failed to understand it and respect
It has always been a mystery and mirage
Lots of thesis can be written on long pages
Think of poor people who have nothing eat!
Look after family and children with two ends to meet
Very difficult to understand the philosophy in real terms
When situation is so tidy and cruelly turns
He has no where to go but fight to fill hunger
So much rage inside with lots of hatred and anger
Whole world seems against and remedy for poverty
Where is the time to remember good thing and almighty?
Those who have enough of means try for more wealth
They need enormous even at the cost of their health
Humanity is just farce and no value for human being
They want to have sway allover and rule as king
It may be naïve to discard such theory
It is cause of concern and worry
We spend the life in pursuit of money
There leaves less time to enjoy the honey
Life comes to an end when everything is in hand
Lots of relatives wait for speedy departure at the end
Since you have failed to realize happily with wealth
They want lion’s share after your early death
This dogma has remained for ever and may continue
No one has come out of it even after repeated review
It is mirage hunt that keeps us in fray
We are running after it and always going away
Some individuals successfully come out of it and enjoy
For them life is mission and should be continued with joy
It is likely not to come in thousands of years
So live up to full length even if some agony comes to bear
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Longevity but at what price?
He was a man of many parts
Though some were not original.
In fact he had, had three hearts
The latest one mechanical.
Both of his kidneys were replaced.
By organs bought for a fat fee
to surgeons who to their disgrace.
Opted to act illegally.
The donors paid a modest sum
which lifted them from poverty.
Though he was pleased with the outcome.
Convinced that he had the right to be,
only concerned with his own health
and quite prepared to spend his wealth.
On prolongation of his life
A practice fast becoming rife.
Potential donors everywhere
Who are prepared to risk their lives
So that the rich can purchase care
Which will ensure that they survive
Which is denied to poorer men.
Who have to live in poverty
gross injustice once again.
But money talks very loudly.
In every language seemingly
The rich will live while poor men die.
I do not think there’ll ever be
equality and I know why.
The human race is immature
we don’t believe in equal shares.
Until we change human nature
It seems the poor will have to bear
The burden of the rich mans greed.
He offers the poor man cash in hand
to sell the organs which they need.
Too ignorant to understand.
The risks to which they are exposed
Because they get no after care.
The side effects undiagnosed
the damage done beyond repair.
The rich pay to increase their span.
Admit no liability
for welfare of the poorer man
who is exploited easily.
Though in the end they will still die
despite the money they have spent
You cannot buy immortality.
Nature brooks no argument..
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Pay for being good
What prize you have to pay for being good?
How can you remain always in good mood?
Feel nice for self and others in same way
What can be the key to keep evil thoughts away?
I think noble soul can only dream
The person who feels very close to Him
Let people deceive him in all the aspects
He will continue to think of them with respects
We are here on a special mission as his emissary
Since He had seen all the pain it was all the more necessary
To send prophets, messiahs and seers to serve the mankind
It was so nice of Him to think of us and be very kind
“You are the one and only one” we sincerely utter
What else can worry us most and matter?
Once he is there to protect us from all evils?
Why do we lack good manner and will?
We have in typical prejudicial pattern
It is source of worry and great concern
No heart can be won on the basis of force or hatred?
A convincing ordinary life with love can only lead
Few sweet words can bring a desirous result or do a miracle
Many things might not have been achieved even after full circle
“Hello brother, or pardon me” can alter the whole situation
There will not be any acrimony or find its way with continuation
He is there all the time with dead or living
It is not matter of believing or not believing
It is left to good judgment of human beings
It may be realized even by the poor or kings
Never expect good for good always
Do not feel sad when you get back in no way
It is nice way to feel and sincerely pray
He will always lead you and not keep at the bay
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Should we feel
Should we feel ashamed of poor parent?
Is it the feeling so basic and inherent?
Can we make the difference not apparent?
What should and can be the real intent?
Do we need parents so rich?
Can they take us to highest peak or reach?
Can they make us to read human values?
Do they have any way to find the clues?
Can the poor parents prove to be real hindrance?
Can any one sight even single instance?
Are all big celebrities belonging to or from rich background?
Safe position and fortunes easily found
Poor parent never failed to teach
lessons of simplicity and hard work ready to preach
Never taught disobedience and rules to breach
Stories of fairly tales and not those of witch
May there be some compelling circumstances to yield
insistence for more efforts and hard labor in the field
Never to surrender or yield to pressure
Future for child always assure
It may not be matter of great concern
Can not disassociate self as matter of discern
Certainly Herculean task and very much on hand
Days are far off when child may grow and act as friend
Rich can afford and have an easy access
Relentless efforts for good education with no recess
Rich may prove and excel with his entire source
Poor may face problem but come out with force
Rich and poor really does not matter
Caliber is to be proved on simple platter
Not that rich may only shine
Poor may not leg behind and achieve the fine
Intelligence and personality is not anybody’s domain
Rich may find place and poor outside remain
Opportunities are open and free for all
Hard work and dedication is the final call
Strive so hard to reach on the top
Endless drive or progress non stop
What matters most is brilliant show?
River may remain calm after furious flow
Some of the youngsters blame the parent
For hardship and misery prevalent at present
There is lack of understanding and vision absent
It is like shadow on moon when looks like crescent
Many have come of their own despite being poor
Nothing prevented them from knocking the door
It was zeal and determined efforts to attain
Highest position and dignity to maintain
Good children bring credit to parent
They consider the opportunity as heavenly sent
What matters most is utilization of source?
It may shape the future with available force
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Might is right
It is always the fact that might is right
They will go on till the end to fight
They may do it with the speed of light
They have the wisdom and long sight
Small insects kill smaller one
Big also kill little one and go on
It is complete cycle of exploitation
Everybody looses in turn and in rotation
So if rich rule the scene then nothing wrong
Not all can be in race and come along
It is sheer coincidence that mighty rule
Otherwise not all the people are fool
Person with abundance can sustain losses
He may have no regret even if looses
This gives them little advantage
Rest all feel confined to cage
Once you are under domination you are bound to suffer
You may have no rights other than to differ
So poor remain poor and rich gets richer
Poor remain suppressed for times to come
Rich are dominating and always welcome
Corruption has engulfed poor and rich alike
Everybody is influenced and affected with hike
No one wants to remain as poor like
Rich too wants not to become poor and dislike
This is tendency that we feel pity for poor
We have seen them knocking the door
But it is the system that will remain forever
Even if God descends on earth it will be there
If you have same system with no discrimination
No one may work and develop alienation
They will feel free with passing of responsibility
Here comes then the end of clear and distinct ability
If you have system with loop holes anybody will escape
No one can restrict the temptation or put the cap
Only the poor fail to emerge for the want of resources
The powerful emerge and re-emerge with full force
The oppression part is little disturbing
No one can force or go on curbing
No one can be forced to undergo torture
Even God has made it very sure
The rich may have disliking for poor
Poor to may have tendency to show exit door
It has been clash of time for centuries and very old
No one can buy it or arguments can be sold
Lord may wish so for all His children
He may even grant the same blessing even
Yet that difference may remain and even if not
The needless wars might not have been fought
The human beings may create it to rule
They make use of all available tools
Rich may tackle poor and poor may tackle down trodden
As the system remains same with all the odds even
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Is It Love?
do i close my eyes when i am in love?
do i blind myself?
you rob me because i love you
i know it
but i pretend that i do not know about what you are doing
you pretend that you are not robbing me
you have always pretended that you love me so much
two pretentious people
then
loving each other
on the surface
when it is dark, they open their eyes
and plan for the next activity
one gets love, and one gives it
one eyes a fortune, the other one gives it willingly in return
for you see, this is the symbiosis of
love and pretenses
the rich is hungry for love, the poor has it
the poor is looking for money, the rich amply shall give it
'is it love? ' you ask.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Always look
We look always towards the sky?
Can any one explain it to me why?
Is it the helpless condition or remorse?
Is there any real urge or force?
Whatever may be the reason?
We are immortal as person
We can’t change like season
It can’t be treated with fun
We acknowledge the power
By raising hand, we get the answer
We are mere pawn in His game
Surrender to Him without any blame
What are we today without blessings?
Where can we be placed as human being?
We can be wiped out in friction of second
Obey the call and positively respond
We have come here to stay
To create the harmony and not run away
Let peace be there with emphatic say
We are fortunate enough to find the way
There is no mystery
It may increase the misery
No use then to cut sorry
With His help, there won’t be any worry
I am firm believer
I advise to non believer
Stay wherever you are
Perform and don’t go far
Worship and work
Love and not shirk
Hatred to none
Try to please everyone
Keep link with good liaison
Not sugar quoted words with poison
Straight and forward without confusion
Ready to toe the line with frank submission
Who would want to be called ungrateful?
Why not earn good name by truly faithful?
Being an ordinary person, it might prove useful
There is realization in being truthful
Not all can perform this feat
On the way they may fall back and retreat
It is way for only brave
Who can stand fast and crave
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If the Wealth...
If the wealth is ill gotten
Then good use later on can be forgotten
It will take our hear apparent to down fall
Create distrust, fight and impregnable wall
This is how the wealth takes its toll
Hard earned money may easily roll
Change hands for charity, donation and good use
Others may invite jealousy, deception and misuse
Wealth is main root for all evils
Not all may have security or good will
The family members may want your early departure
As they may be finding a chance for good future
Good sense may only prevail
When you are in control and not fail
Keep them to united fold and trust
Else they may fall apart and mistrust
What can be done with so much wealth?
If that deteriorate your complete health
If that can’t guarantee you peace and happiness
Why on earth it can be longed for and stressed?
I tried to find an easy answer
But answered by only some or fewer of them
It placed me at great worry
I felt really in pain and sorry
What it did me in whole life?
When it was to prove as cutting knife
The family was quarreling among for spoils
I was helpless and there was no use to boil
I wish it not to happen to anybody
The wealth must be used for help to somebody
Its constrained use may warrant good result
But at least it save you from embarrassment and insult
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Men Of Good Fortune
Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often cant do anything at all
The rich son waits for his father to die
The poor just drink and cry
And me, I just dont care at all
Men of good fortune
Very often cant do a thing
While men of poor beginnings
Often can do anything
At heart they try to act like a man
Handle things the best way they can
They have no rich, daddy to fall back on
Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often cant do anything at all
It takes money to make money they say
Look at the fords, but didnt they start that way
Anyway, it makes no difference to me
Men of good fortune
Often wish that they could die
While men of poor beginnings
Want what they have and to get it theyll die
All those great things that live has to give
They wanna have money and live
But me, I just dont care at all
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
...
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Poor Folks Town
The work is hard and the hours are long
The money aint much but we get along
Were rich in things can give
That cant be bought with a dollar bill
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no carpets on the floor
Weve got wall to wall love
Who could ask for more
We got no big fine things to show
Just a place to watch our children grow
We got no big fine fancy car to drive
And no fancy clothes to keep in style
What weve got were payin on
But its mostly love that were livin on
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
Weve got a little simple church nearby
And the promise of a mansion in the sky
A heart of gold a million dollar smile
And a one way ticket to paradise
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
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Money
When I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
Came knocking all day at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
How poor men’s hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees
About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
And see the rich ones coldly frown—
Poor men, think I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money, O!
My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money, O!
My friends are real, though very few.
poem by William Henry Davies
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To Be The Best You Can Be Ought To Be Good Enough
There is good in most people and some in their ways kind
And amongst the egotistical greatness is a state of mind
And some very famous people towards humility inclined
But a truly perfect human being in the World you will not find
But to live as a good person is the best you can wish to be
Though with that I feel certain many would disagree
Millions daydream of wealth and fame and it would seem to me
That you will not find many people for to embrace poverty
But to be the best you can be ought to be good enough
In a Human World where millions are hungry, poor and homeless and living and sleeping rough
Always be kind to others and help those of help in need
One of the main causes of human poverty has to be human greed
Life is not an Earthly Paradise and many do live it tough
But to be the best you can be ought to be good enough.
poem by Francis Duggan
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An ache to bear
You ache but not beat
You remain calm but don’t heat
You will definitely find
Cool partner and very kind
Your hart if full of feeling
You want to go along and willing
Wish to surrender and obey
Inner call and silently pray
God, take me to safety
I trust you O, almighty
Bless us always and have some pity
I consider it as holy bond and not treaty
Shall I take it as first good sign?
Leave all the worries and resign
Come to bow and totally surrender
Be my true savior and path finder
Your eyes are so powerful and bear
Shine of universe but still in tears
What does it show to me as disciple?
I respect all holy books including Bible
I trust each and every word
Golden and beautiful from lords
Help me o, lord to take me forward
Put me in place where I needn’t look backward
I find total love in every object
How can I be insensitive and reject?
I have no reason to suspect the subject?
I wish to have special eye to make the contact
I love to live with higher aim
Look down with humbleness and never claim
It is you who will take me to shore
No ill feeling and hatred I abhor
I used to think about future
I was totally in dark and unsure
It may click at destined hour
I was happy and never felt sour
Come and shine my heart with divine light
Let it see through vision a clear sight
Ability to judge what is wrong and right
Always trust for love and no fight
Will I ever go down in life as inhuman?
Will be known as shame as woman or man?
Will it be construed as curse or shame?
Will I not have good name or fame?
What I do when find no solution in sight?
I sincerely wish for good and approach you right
You always fill me with courage and strength
I too take vow not to comprise and go to any length
Lord, lead me kindly to the light from dark
Let there be no ignition even from spark
Let whole world breathe in peace with harmony
There is no need to be blessed with wealth or money
I take this opportunity to confess in real
You offer the wounds but certainly heal
I may take it as blessings and good sign
I shall remain happy and feel it fine
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The Epithets of Poverty VI
I can see poverty...
In the eyes of the crying children,
In the the poor minds without any education,
To a person who have never known Christ
Families that were living from hand to mouth
To a man that has more appetite than food
In a boy holding a shovel instead of pencil
In beggar's palm begging some spare coins
In those thieves who were tempted to steal
Or kill someone just to take their valuables
A lonely person and felt being unloved
In a man who can't treat his lover on a date
To the unemployed worker consumed by laziness
To a rich man closing his company
I can see poverty, to all of those people who lose hope
To all the people who has no dreams in life
For no matter who you are; rich or poor,
We are all touch by the dreadful thing called
Poverty.
poem by Raymond Cabrera
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I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU: A prayer
My child, no matter what you do
No matter what happens to you in this life of exile
Regardless of all the difficulties that you encounter
I am always with you because
I will never leave you.
My child, try to live your life with much care and candor
Try to live your life with much discipline and truth
But even if you fail and stumble in your efforts
I will always be there to lift you up because
I will never leave you
My child try to avoid all occasions that may cause evil
When faced with a choice between the broad and easy path in life and the narrow and difficult one
Come to me and I will show you how the seemingly easy path is fraught with danger
I will show you the ultimate rewards of the narrow and difficult path because
I will never leave you
My child try not to stray from the good that should always prevail
You will often be enticed by reasoning and false logic to embrace the apparently easy and convenient way that ultimately leads to evil
Yet I am there, hoping that with your will that is free, you will eventually perceive your perilous journey ahead because
I will never leave you
My child, life is made up of many instances of pain and sorrow, of overwhelming problems that seem insurmountable
Take heart, for all things pass, yet if matters appear too harsh
Remember me and compare your difficulties with what I went through in my Agony
And you will see things in a new light, a different perspective because
I will never leave you
My child, there will indeed be times in your life when you will feel all is lost
That you have been left alone with your problems
But if you go deeper into your apparent isolation, you will see that it is you who have left me because
I will never leave you
My child always come to me with your problems with all your needs
Do not be afraid to ask me for I am rich, very rich and I will always give you what is for your own good
Through the difficulties you may encounter, remember that I will always be there for you because
I will never leave you
My child will you endure these few problems that come to your life?
Carry whatever load comes your way for love of me
I promise you that you will find rest because my Yoke is easy and my burden is light
Through the crosses that come your way, you will only bear a sliver of the timber and I will carry the rest of the heavy cross for you because
I will never leave you
My child will you do something for me in return?
Come to me whenever you can, I am present in all the Tabernacles of the world
In churches in chapels in prayer rooms, there I wait for you in solitude
Waiting hoping for even just a flicker of recognition from you because
I will never leave you
My child love me for I thirst so much for your love
You will be able to love me much when you love me in others the lonely, the sick, the abandoned, the unloved, and above all, the needy
Give to all who need much for it is to me that you give and even if you have nothing to give, you can always give the alms of a smile
You will never find me wanting in reciprocating your love for
I will always love you back a hundredfold, because I love you so much and
I will never leave you
Note: for your meditation from the Little Soul Sisters
After reading, reflect; be still for a few minutes in gratitude to our Lord for inspiring you with his words of wisdom. Let him rest in your heart. Feel the peace with Him on this special moment. Praise Him.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No to isolation
It is neither secret place
Nor solitary in any case
Don't run away with fear
Pain and agony is meant to bear
See another side of human being
The beautiful heart can be found with king
Poor and rich all long for its company
You should search and go for it like many
Ni peace may be had from isolation
Even god may not grant that indication
As love and hate can be reflected on face
It is best to leave and spend time with human race
In human sound you may find hymns
Honest urge for almighty with concerns
They are also troubled souls and search for peace
Come back to the poorest of poor and live at ease
Death has spared no one
So don't be afraid of any one
It may find you even in isolation
It will then cause you great indignation
Severe not that has been considered sacred
You are only briefed wrong and mislead
No one has found almighty in thick forest
Even if some of the time has been spent as best
People may not allow you to be restless
As they too know what can be reality on face
World is too considerate if some one is in dire need
Not all are after hatred but few are still good indeed
So love to live among and spend time
It is possible you may have good time
You may find the bright sun shine with divine message
That is all we need in our entire age
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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Rich In Our Own World
We are rich in our own world
and far richer than you think,
we are rich love and caring
from our family and friends.
We are rich in what we give
our wisdom and our laughter
that we share with everyone.
We are rich for all sorts of reasons
and none of them includes money.
If you think, you are poor,
forget it and think again.
Think of all the things you have
and you will be surprised to find
you are far richer than you think.
You are rich in your own world
with everything you have
and they are far richer than
anything money can bring.
14 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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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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