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My Middle Class.........A poem
Who wish for being so rich,
Fake liberty and tendency to ditch,
Who ask for, born in Poverty,
Filled with slavery and brutality,
Blessed being, a middle class,
Go for life, love and chances for flaws.
Who cares to be wealthy,
An imaginary life, stay partly,
No wish for born poor,
Finding a Life, a painful tour,
For me, love to be a mediocre,
Living a life as a game of poker.
Why looking at this big car,
Meant to show paths so far,
Why, a bare foot walk,
A long journey to start,
Bless me, a bicycle,
To make my venture calm & blissful.
Why feeding with a silver spoon,
Being human, not a callous tycoon,
Don’t make me beg for food,
Or indulge in collecting good,
Bless me with satisfaction in life
A heaven for equal human rights.
Why? Hard to maintain, self-pride,
No mercy, heart fully dried,
Living without any self esteem,
Always struggle for it to redeem,
Make me a human with self respect
Gesture to Give, nothing to expect