See The Wealthy Person

As for none of us the we and as for you and me. My first impression when I saw the wealthy person walking down the street. The window which is thought drifts by like clouds of doubt. Repave the surface of the streets there all paupers meet. Well! Da Da, Mothers daughter sons, when God requires. New mortar for the brick straw the sticks a reason of all sorrow mixed whom sorts. I'm ordered to my knees to sift the dirt for bread. The sad thing impure the brick and sick I'm lame. And lane is where the sound of people fear. And bad things, being wrong greed some made we meet and being cruel, non- human feelings sort.