The sun shines down, so bright and free
I just can’t believe all the poverty i see
the rich so proud in gemstones that smile
while outside their poverty cast, burns like fire
Saviours the church stands and defends
the rich from birth, simple say its gods will
what can you do, the bank got to be full
the poor, well they’re poor and do smell too
The sun shines down, so bright and free
and gleams heavenly of the gold they hold
while outside their poverty cast, burns like fire
this the high which bishops feed of power
Please read the review of my poem by Dr. Bard https://howtomakeitright.blogspot.com/2023/07/a-review-of-poem.html
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