Poverty does not discern the color of your skin,
Your country of origin or who's your next of kin.
No guards are at its borders, all are welcome just the same;
It takes the strong and healthy and the tottering and lame.
Embracing Christian, Jew, and every spectrum of belief,
It does not care if you're a saint, a bum, or just a thief.
It treats all of its citizens with regularity;
Hunger, shame, and boredom leading to insanity.
Governments have fought it, but it's stood the test of time –
Like other noble sentiments -- death, disease, and crime.
And like Victor Herbert wrote of "Toyland" long ago –
Once you cross its borders, that will be your status quo.
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