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Born into a family of despair
Living in a rundown house
Built in a dark street
Located in a slum town
Located in a shallow city
In a depressed state
In a desperate country
Born into a family of wealth
Living in a house built of bricks
Built on a street laid with gold
Located in a town of jade
Located in a city of splendour
In a state of glory
In a country of bountiful
The two may or never meet
But what happens if their path would cross
One shall eat the feast of the banquet
One shall eat the crumbs on the floor
One shall be the passenger of the ride
One shall be the driver
One shall speak the queens
One shall speak the slums
Or lets put it in the hope that
The high shall elevate the low
The noble shall feed the poor
The educated shall teach the uneducated
Well let's just hope that
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
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Faith Frank-Ene | Aug 2nd, 2004
nice piece do keep it up and always make it real.
Iris | Feb 2nd, 2005
i really love this poem, thank you. :-)
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