Tough times! And; Strife is rife!
Peasants exclaim, “what a life”!?
Waiting for the blight to fade away.
Know not what tomorrow will say!
Elite, they are, power and pelf!
The two, a self-righteous self!
Lure of the lucre. Greed is the need.
Yet, Samaritans do exist, indeed!
“This too shall pass”, soothsayers say.
April gone. Then, it may be in May!
Poor and downtrodden can rise again.
The world can rejoice, rid of all pain!
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