The Stateless the Homeless the friendless and alone
To not feel for them your heart must be of stone
The hapless victims of their births bad circumstance
Of succeeding in life they do stand little chance
Of suffering they do know their own share
A thousand of them to every millionaire
Compared to them the lucky one surely is me
How sad and tough for some life has to be
From the moment of birth they have known it tough
They know what it is like to live hard and sleep rough
Without money your friends are in the few
On this i am not saying anything that is new
And yet their sort to be found everywhere
There are millions of them in the World out there.
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