The Dirty Game Of The World

I was poor, I was weak.

I sought help, but no one did.

I talked with many, I got close with many,

But they all used and me a pony.

My friends shunned, my relatives left,

I was alone, life became cumbersome heft.

Even my blood relations were unwilling to talk,

In the night I often had desolated walks.

Then one day I realized the fate is in my own hands,

I need not seek the help of others but use my own industrious wand.

I took the weight of my life and lifted up,

My muscles flexed and biceps toned up.

I became strong and failures were crushed,

Money kissed my feet and my relatives hugged.

I have seen the full dirty game,

Where the weak are exploited without any shame,

Where the rich are worshiped like a God,

And the poor are fled away by an iron rod.