Let the Poor and Downtrodden Sing!

Hear hear, let the poor and downtrodden sing

The song of their captivity to poverty

Full of woe for what tomorrow will bring

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Cuts and callouses on fingers that sting

A life that offers anything but equality

Hear hear, let the poor and downtrodden sing

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Toiling all day, while in luxury sits the king

Sleepless nights, the result of inequality

Full of woe for what tomorrow will bring

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To any mere glimmer of hope they do cling

A day without destitution, would be a novelty

Hear hear, let the poor and downtrodden sing

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With nothing, they worry about everything

They look forward with animosity

Full of woe for what tomorrow will bring

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Perhaps it's time to wear that g-string

And make ends meet from man's precocity

Hear hear, let the poor and downtrodden sing

Full of woe for what tomorrow will bring

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Okay...so I kinda love Villanelles a little now. Hate rules still, but every so often, it's good. I like the chant, singsong feel. Which is why I took that approach with this one.

The theme is self-explanatory I feel. The image is a gross exaggeration, but get's the point across, I feel.