We were born of the same womb.
You were born with a silver spoon,
But I was born with none.
You live closer to the moon,
But my house was built closer to the sun.
I had my dreams as you had yours.
You saw seven fat cows,
But I saw seven thin ones.
Your grains were all green,
But my wheat were all weak.
We are like the fingers, so unequal.
You are the middle one.
I am the thumb.
But together we strike the deal.
Can you do without me?
You are called the rich,
Because I am called the poor.
No heavy hearts,
Maybe it's nature.
Was inequality our invention or the gods?
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