Clutch of Poverty

Clutch of Poverty

Lookin out
for work

Hands dirty
with oil

The fire
inside

Of the
youth

Mellowin in
the mid age

Food dissapearin
from your
home

And the
stores all
closed

The sorrow
inside

And the
hands of
your mom

It is
sunset for
her

With you
strugglin to
escape

From the
clutches of
poverty

Looks like
I’ll call
it a
day now

The joy
of new
hope for
tomorrow

Caution: This might be all theory

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