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poor man
In shadows cast by towering wealth,
A helpless man, unseen by stealth.
Poverty's grasp, a silent plea,
In society's tapestry.
Struggling echoes, unheard cries,
In the city where opulence lies.
Dust-laden dreams on streets below,
A symphony of silent woe.
Yet, within the humble heart,
Resilience blooms, a work of art.
Hope persists in dire despair,
A quiet protest in the air.
Inequality's stark divide,
A haunting truth we can't abide.
Let compassion weave its thread,
To heal the wounds where tears are shed.
© zayd
A helpless man, unseen by stealth.
Poverty's grasp, a silent plea,
In society's tapestry.
Struggling echoes, unheard cries,
In the city where opulence lies.
Dust-laden dreams on streets below,
A symphony of silent woe.
Yet, within the humble heart,
Resilience blooms, a work of art.
Hope persists in dire despair,
A quiet protest in the air.
Inequality's stark divide,
A haunting truth we can't abide.
Let compassion weave its thread,
To heal the wounds where tears are shed.
© zayd
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