Life split by two sides of a track

Society divided in its opportunity

Rich to the west, poor to the east

The lottery of life.

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Born on the wrong side of the track,

Your life predetermined

To be one of struggles, poverty, misinformation.

What hope lies in social misbalance…

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The west wants one thing,

To keep the east in its place.

Can we break the mould?

Or be stuck in purgatory?