In lies: the poor don’t live, survives
The Plus, is the only real to discuss
The wound does create their revolt
The Poor, the pus, …are the result?

Some can only delight and pleasure
Others are blind by (Illusion’s Light)
Others are blind by a pitiful measure
The confusion delivers a painful bite

Take the chance! Glance up and cry
To understand: A hand. One last try
A just didn’t find, but it’s so nearby
Just comply: “To live, we must die!”