This was written in search of the death of the term - "Poverty line".
MORTAL LIFE Yet so far but nearer to it
Are we to face the feel of death
In this world of dis(es)
Where on we survive death
And here life is monetary
And its survival is from hunger.
Hauling pomp and paegendry, for truth
Truth of(f) life is kept dormant I fear not it to be extinct
Nailing in to taste blood,
instead Should nail in to taste C.S.F.
Fathoming below a line the number,
I wonder when would this line number
Feel the fear of death
Where everybody call this POVERTY LINE.
Are we to face the feel of death
In this world of dis(es)
Where on we survive death
And here life is monetary
And its survival is from hunger.
Hauling pomp and paegendry, for truth
Truth of(f) life is kept dormant I fear not it to be extinct
Nailing in to taste blood,
instead Should nail in to taste C.S.F.
Fathoming below a line the number,
I wonder when would this line number
Feel the fear of death
Where everybody call this POVERTY LINE.
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