They Say Your Are….

You say you are poor And make a roar Why? Don’t you earn more Than thirty as a day’s labour If it is true Cheer and rejoice For, they say You are not poor Not poor? It means you are rich Not I but they So say And they are Doubtlessly wise I need not revise That they are exclusively And precisely wise You say you are poor You can fill your belly Upto its core For just five Anywhere without strife Not I, but they So they say And they are Doubtlessly wise Do I need that revise? Now you complain They don’t love you As they claim But you are mistaken They are not to blame They only love the poor Is that clear? You are above The line of poverty For you earn More than thirty And you must feel liberty To enjoy like a rich with glee So what is this plea? You must know It is ‘They’ Not I who say Your are not poor Let me first To you congratulate On your richly state Go but don’t shed tears For you must celebrate Your rich state