Poors and Creakers

We don't give you dreams

Because we don't have a glittering success story

We don’t speak groan for the weak

Because we don't play for charitable works

We don’t accept poverty as virtue

Because it relatively comes out from difference

Gluttony and the obesity are the problems

That are more serious than famine

Death is now my new neighbour

We are kept alive by dignity

Not wheat

We don't replace the pain of the losers with sentiment

We just creaking poor and called Crackers