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On one side stands a palace of wealth, On the other, the stirrings of a humble hut. In between lies a deep silence, No bridge, no support in sight. From the heights of riches, voices speak, And ignore the cries of poverty. Dreams here are weighed by income, A person’s worth is judged by their wallet, not their soul. If only a bridge could be built — of understanding, Of equality and honesty. Then perhaps both shores could unite, And the walls of discrimination would crumble on their own. But sadly... This bridge still exists only on paper, While in reality, every day, some poor soul Falls — crushed under the gaze of the rich.

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