Crime and Poverty

The last time we meet

I’m not very sure where that place been

But one thing I can always remember

You and me know that place as  we were

You asking me  ’bout the faith and the course of time

Did god really exist in life of mankind

Then why He ignoring poor people like me

why the faith stood still lingering me

Let me tell you my friend

Maybe poor we are

Maybe this whole world not give an eye for us

But one thing you can always hold on

This is only the part of our long journey

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