The world

It's a strange strange world

For no reason

It gives a different life

To all around

I woke up everyday morning

If I am rich

I look for more money

All the day throughout

I live in a glass facade

Inside everything is for me

I have my own sun and moon

Earth rotates around me

If I am poor

I wish the rich waste more

So I can find my morsel

in their residue

Life is today for me

If I get my meal

I will survive

To tell a tale tomorrow

If I am middle

I am always confused

I love rich 

Though they keep me poor

I despise poor

Though they give me comfort

But they make my world dirty

The rich think same for me.

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