Some are born poor
But by heart they are grandeur
Some are born rich
Behind back they always snitch
No one is rich here
Because no one actually care
What people are going through
And what in life they bear
People who can give
Generally prefer to sieve
They don’t want to help
For money they always yelp
A kid is born with no tag
We are the one to give them a flag
To distinguish them from others
Not letting them live like brothers
God gave us birth
We will die on this earth
With nothing in hand
We’ll merge in sand
We’ll merge in sand
