The precipice between
How could this ever happen
That some hearts forgot to open.
That some persons are on heights
While crowds of people serve all nights.
Despite hard work
They are in dark
Of poorness and concern
If the Justice will return
To the place of peace.
Where a fare Golden Fleece (1)
Does not allow a precipice
Between necessitous
And those who swim in money
With their authority dummy,
Not letting any man
To get in their narrow grandee clan,
Holding poor with none of their earn
Forbidding chance to grow upturn.
If they already took positions
They’ll not listen your petitions...
(1) The symbol of authority and kingship in a Greek mythology
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