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Knocking you down Brother, please With a mallet and hammer I do it in despair, not freedom from greed There's a frown on your visage On your face of wrinkles and disease At ease, soldered soul With my years on the sides of rivers With handfuls of rice People came begging Let me tell you of a story Allow me a spare moment of your time With this rhyme "A nickel for food is a dollar for two." Came a beggar with a glistening smile And exasperated sigh Begging to help my family, he said Helping the poor and feeding the needy, I said I ignored his plea Little did I know I was a piece of another Person's puzzling responsibility I offered to help the person who came across my travels The poet who had pirated from nature Only then I realized kindness didn't exist And I had grown accustomed to stealing I took glances at people in need and realize One thing about poverty I couldn't be that if I ever reached the vicious The cycle of predators robbing people In a meaning of good grief
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May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
A Person In Philosophical Greed
Knocking you down Brother, please With a mallet and hammer I do it in despair, not freedom from greed There's a frown on your visage On your face of wrinkles and disease At ease, soldered soul With my years on the sides of rivers With handfuls of rice People came begging Let me tell you of a story Allow me a spare moment of your time With this rhyme "A nickel for food is a dollar for two." Came a beggar with a glistening smile And exasperated sigh Begging to help my family, he said Helping the poor and feeding the needy, I said I ignored his plea Little did I know I was a piece of another Person's puzzling responsibility I offered to help the person who came across my travels The poet who had pirated from nature Only then I realized kindness didn't exist And I had grown accustomed to stealing I took glances at people in need and realize One thing about poverty I couldn't be that if I ever reached the vicious The cycle of predators robbing people In a meaning of good grief
"Man - a being in search of meaning." - Plato
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28/M/New Delhi, India
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
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