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High slot
You might have born rich
But certain thing still remain beyond reach
You are having all means
But you shall have no peaceful meal
Not everything can be purchased
Not all goals can be chased
You shall get only those things
That is easy to bring
Some people are hand to mouth
But you have peaceful breathe
You live peacefully
And show the result really]
“You are beggar” I hear people insulting
Opening the barrage without consulting
This takes them to nowhere
It may create sometimes psycho-fear
You are suffering from disparity order
You may show arrogance of any order
For you poor are having no identity
They only deserve pity
Poor may find high slot
As the way has been fought
Rich might have inherited
With little disservice or fall back he will stand irritated
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