Poor's Winter

They born in a world

A world of rich,

They suffer in a world

Ruling by the rich.

They known as Poor

In the world of rich.

 

Poor people have no money

To buy winter clothes.

They have no home, have only hopes,

That's why, they sleep in the road.

Winter is the month

They fear the most.

They often die in the cold

Winter is a month, they lose the most.

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