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Jul 2020
Just was a desert,
a land of sand,

Where people got nothing
but tanned,

When years passed
and they discovered oil,

Time had come for them to uncoil,

Thus riches and wealth
knew no bounds,

Now world’s tallest
skyscrapers surrounds,

They pray five times a day,

No wonder god has blessed
them so much they say,

The dollar world itself
looks at it with awe,

Afraid of losing it’s glamour
tries pointing each flaw,

Not worried they still continue
to grow with pride,

Tired finally the dollar
world tries to bribe,

Wealth should be shared
between the brothers I feel,

To those of whom one meal
a day is a big deal.
September 2017
Anjana Muralidharan
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Anjana Muralidharan  26/F/USA
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