You’ve got troubles
And it’s likely
To these you’re equal
But what if you’ve too many?
Ever wondered about
The cards life has dealt
Did you luck out?
Made your own or have you knelt?
Why are you
Where you are?
You could argue
You’ve struggled and have the scars
Maybe you have some good karma
From this or another life
So it won’t always hurt ya
But what of those who’ve known only strife?
From the moment they were born
Living in abject poverty
Physically and mentally torn
What won't help them much is this poetry
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