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Apr 2015
i need (i want) Your help, You see,
i cannot go alone, just me.
and You with all Your wealth and gold,
should give and give and shall not hold.

yet Your safe is blocked with a guard man's lock,
and only little will You give,
even spare change goes nowhere but Your stock,
so force is the only way i live?*

Disparaged one, feel free to go on,
speak freely as you will.
but note your words are here then gone,
I'm busy working to pay the bill.

A common facade is that which you say,
I will not give to the poor, what dismay!

But while you sit and complain away,
and say that I am ill,
what change or good have you done today?
I'm busy working to pay the bill.
Written by
Hannah
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