the tears will still flow

When you are poor

How to be happy?

Everyday you see the familiar trends

On the streets trying to earn a living

Some hustle it

Some beg for a chance

Some sell their bodies

Just to get the money to survive

When you are rich

You think you are happy

Every step outside the house

The bodyguards watch every move

You are living house arrest

You just wish to be ordinary person

Mingling with the ordinary crowd

No fanciful titles no air of power

But you can't

The rich tag flashes out

Into the crowd of unfamiliar faces

Thugs and kidnappers

So rich you can't be happy

So poor you can't make it

You cry of the disparity

But the tears will still flow