Unfairness

The child is born into a privileged family

Among thousands of peasants and thieves

Alone he grows among huge sums of money

Being the envy and fear among many

He grows old and dies a pleasant death

One in a sweet spring night rest

Into somewhere he goes for his new nest

His disappearance leaves the best

Among the poor a girl is born

With tattered clothes and clothes a bit torn

Her only food she knows are cobs of corn

Her family wishes she could eat better and mourns

She grows into a poet

Someone blessed with talent

Into a peaceful slumber she rests

Leading a life of unhappy bets