NATURE AND THE POOR

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NATURE AND THE POOR

In hurricane, typhoon and flood,
The poor are always in harm's way;
They pay for poverty in blood,
No safety rules can they obey.

The wind and sea knock hovels down,
Though terrified the poor must wait;
In raging waters will they drown,
With prayer and screams they meet their fate.

In mud slides huddled masses die,
They have no place or time to flee;
Too often no one's left to cry,
Disaster took the family.

The rich so high upon the hill,
In sturdy mansions are kept dry;
But they escape their neighbors ills,
And afterward bequeath a sigh.

Aid then comes from far and wide,
To help surviving victims live;
The poor who's relatives had died,
A sop is all that others give.

Sol the Sage

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