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Problem of Suffering - Poverty
My pain,
your pain,
your pain,
our pain.
My poverty,
your poverty,
your poverty,
our poverty.
It is not about the destiny of God ,
not about uneducated,
let alone about lazy.
"Then what?" Yours,
while sipping black coffee.
Coffee you enjoy but you cursed me
because it must be purchased, while the self
only unemployed construction workers.
The coffee became our nightly companion
at the corner of the mosque, a place of blessing.
Listen,
my pain,
your pain,
your pain,
our pain,
also the mismatch of us all
this is on purpose.
"By who?"
"By the government."
So do not beg anymore on them,
let alone ask: "What is the deaf government for our poverty?"
Those who make it!