Dear Friends,
Here we are,
To analyse trends,
From near and afar,
make amends,
and fill the cookie jar.
We make orotund perorations,
In sumptuous surroundings,
Deliver exhortations,
Noblesse resounding,
Mingle exhalation,
With high hopes abounding.
Dreamy schemes,
Will come to naught,
Poverty is the theme,
And millions are caught,
Papers in reams,
And fees are sought
Make your pitch,
And count the score,
Rich is rich and poor is poor,
One must be rich to not be poor,
There's the hitch,
Now where's the door?
Rafiq Hajat
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