MoneyStory
The poor
Hard put to thrive
Hard up for money
And money hard-earned
Studied under street lights
Sacrifices pleaded to save
The whole of a familial inhale
A happy home of plentiful
Owned bricks owned cars
Worked against time until the turn of time
Grand-pa expired
Familial requisites sang diverse anthems
The good son descendant but sang harmonious
Lo, good son too some day expired
By virtue of illegality deflated the inheritance
degraded the grand-pa
In the cycle of poverty the grand-son lien
poem by Indira Renganathan
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