AN OBSERVATION
- nova0715
- Jan 25, 2014
- 1 min read
Fortune avoids nothing
But the poor huddled shadows
A prejudice seen by the trained eye
Whispers to abstain from
The uneducated ear
A secret taken to the gallows
A deserved jealousy infects
The poor body and heart
Though fear is yet to be unveiled
Perhaps never will
The pride remains able
But fortune was vacant at start
Unappreciated surrounding pleasure
Observe the lustful eyes
Offer a helping hand
Oppose arrogant nature
In turn, the meager oppose jealousy
In utopia, prejudice dies
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