The lover loves;
The singer sings;
The rich man thinks
he is the king.
The goer goes;
The seer sees;
The minister does
his noble deeds.
The artist draws
the nice things;
The poet writes
so many lyrics.
The king rules
with lies;
And it is the poor
who always dies!
Arjun Sheokand
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-and-the-others-2/
