They were born as the children of the lesser gods
And for as long as they live they must battle the odds
They live and they die without knowing of happiness
And so few of them destined to know of success
Their parents as they were born into poverty
Their's is a vicious circle would you not agree?
From their earthly hell a long hike to renown
Life is really hard on the poor side of the town
To be born into the worst of circumstances should not be a crime
Most of them look like old people when in their life's prime
Their ancestral cemetery is the town's pauper's ground
Where they live not one wealthy one to be found
Stories of wealth and success they do not have to tell
The poorest of the poor of the town's earthly hell
The easiest day for them is very tough
The homeless and hungry who live and sleep rough.
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