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We are mourning for poverty We are so afraid of being poor And all those things we can’t afford Like houses and youth we spent accumulating Still unmet, wealth Shining hopefully on the rich men’s rooftops Glimming blazingly against the homeless’ eyes And still we mourn, for being poor For unbeing part of the world we fantasize For unchasing the ones we deeply love For unable to lose, ‘cuz we are cowardly To see the world as a picture on the wall We dread to speak the truth And blame the world for intervening We are consciously and unconsciously forsaken We are taught to win But we never will -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 123.192.221.165 ※ 編輯: sylviaplath 來自: 123.192.221.165 (08/04 00:13) ※ 編輯: sylviaplath 來自: 123.192.221.165 (08/04 00:16) ※ 編輯: sylviaplath 來自: 123.192.221.165 (08/04 00:19)
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