There are those that stand upon the hill

Getting everything yet lusting still

Then there are those upon the ground

Getting nothing making little sound

Upon the hill is laughter and mirth

While upon the ground rarely a smile is found

The hill people waste all

The ground people get none

They pray and hope for their next meal

The power of their will as strong as steel


This poem is about: 
Our world


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