Ostracized is what the poor are from the rest. Because we are not joyous in our poverty, the rest do not want to become as we. Yet are poverty is cause by others giving us meager pay. In the realm of human suffering we lack a say.
To them I say stick around do not flee. Hear and heed what we say. For that is the best insurance, to not become like me.
Hear me now, so you can fix our plight. Otherwise your light is lessenes and you might repeat our plowing through misery. You too can be found by joyless street, of bad pay.