A sitution by the stroke of fate--
Not the blue blood
Or of a low cast,
Nor the difference in colour,
Cast and creed.
Blood just remains the same
For all alike.
Years of crushed misery
And intended slavery
Evolved the class
Of working men.
Drawing a line betwix
Is to cast your belongings
To the pyre.
Once born, they work
To live a honest life.
A perfect co-existence
Prevail
When the intelligence
Built by bravery and hardwork
Bear fruit.
Some who work in shade
And some toil in the sun.
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