the fruits of another

The rise of global warming is the bane of the poor. The poor who rely on Mother Nature. Them whose survival hangs on a thread, held up by her temperament. They fear her wrath. And they grieve when she grieves. They slave, yet their happiness can be taken away by a single storm. They work, yet they weep when the sun does not shine. They try, yet the dark clouds above mirror their gloom. A hard-working man of poverty. Yet today, I am speaking of another man of poverty. The ones whose work is unseen. The ones whose efforts are unheard of. The ones who sit when others are standing. The disobedient flock of sluggards. They do not work, and yet they want the rewards of work.

They look to the wealthy, wishing to claim their share of the prosperity. Or so they claim. But I now declare, that they have already taken their share of the prosperity, though it is a small share. For that is their share of life. Am I saying that they deserve less? Am I saying that the rich deserve more? No. It is not that they deserve a different share, but that is simply their portion. Handouts. A word instilled into the minds on many foolish men. They see the silverware on another man's table, and wish to take it for their own. They lift it off the tables carved of the finest oaks, and place it into the ashes. These are such foolish acts, yet these fools constantly find reasons to do so.

People say that the rich are getting richer, while the poor are getting poorer. Yet it has always been the same. Nothing has changed. The rich are still rich. And the poor are still poor. It is always the same. Nothing changes. Tomorrow, next month, or ten years down, nothing would have changed. Each man, sitting in his proper place. Should we change their places? To be fair? Do we ease the burden of the poor by giving them a chunk of the rich man's due? Do we take what he worked for, to let the poor man can live in a mansion and dine with crystal finery? The poor are always crying out for more.

Does the poor man do the work of the rich? Can he accomplish the works of lords and masters? He cannot. He does not know how to work the computer. Nor can he add the sums. He cannot understand the law. Nor draw a plan for a nation. His hands are hands that are caked in mud. And that is his occupation. Do you say, "I was denied the chance to be educated. But I could have done the same had I been. Life dictated otherwise." So shall I raise you high? So shall I let you touch the stars. On that basis, shall I give you what is given to the rich? Simply because of life's disdain for you. Then I say, "Does the poor man do the work of the rich?" No. Then I cannot give you what they are given. Then I cannot raise you high. Each man gets as his work dictates. If you measure gold, then gold shall be your payment. If you dig dirt, then dirt shall be your payment. If life dictates, then it shall be so. Life is always unfair, when we judge by man's standards. Be content with your lot.

The genes of poverty are often passed down to offspring. So if a man starves, so shall his spawn. Though there are times of change, for life is based on random factors. So a poor man can rise high and a rich man can fall to his knees. A poor man who read the books can change his fate. A rich man who sloths can change his fate. So I say, study! Work! Earn your keep. And do not set your eyes on what is another man's. If you have a desire, work toward it. But if it is out of reach, then it is out of reach. Do not seek to acquire what is on someone else's plot of land.

All in all, we all have different births. And we make it to different places in life. Difference is not equality. Therefore, life is not equal and we should not demand equality. Why should we moan that the man above us has a larger pantry? We are where we are, and many times, because we deserve it. Why demand the fruits of another man's labour? Live your life as it is. Be content with your lot.


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