These ones had the picture of peace, captured
As although they have little or nothing
Their joy is not ruptured
For some reason it keeps ringing
One would think it should have been assailed
But somehow it’s much stronger than most of us resident in the “greener pastures”.
After leaving the place from where we hailed
Only to arrive here for even more painful tortures
While they know & decide when to rest
We know but cannot decide when to
While we are here carrying the world on our chest
They are relaxed listening to the birds coo
Everything is free for their enjoyment
Or even if it’s not free
They don’t obtain it with so much torment
As do we
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