I
Overwhelmed by habitude
Evils attack tenaciously
The poor within their solitude
Waiting to leave here patiently
For the skies, the seas and the lands
Where there exists no slavery
Proud spirit's worries close at hand
To repentance's shame verily
II
A plague of unemployed mornings
The winter rife with betrayal
Along streets when all are yawning
Leaning against a building's wall
Like the poor who despite working
In a swoon continue the fall
Of their shoes whose holes are yawning
And of those mouths from which prayers call
III
One remembrance of times past
A winter's day that's passed away
Will you proceed poor dead who've passed
Corrupt the sea whose breakers sway
Against the cliff's indented cast
Or freeze by winds in disarray
Moan all the year whose length has last
On misfortune's eternal way?
IV
Obscurity of wolves who of misery die
The outskirts are too far for daylight's clarity
V
A year of blankness consisting of passing days
Await passionately an all too common end
The poor who pursue it are derailed in their ways
The common woes of an unwelcome prole offend
Oh passed is the time with bankruptcy readily
But each day extends to a year's lengthy portend
With the winter's snow belts are tightened to the base
And the poor who pursue it look faint and sickly
The hopes which complete this unwelcome prole's dead end
VI
Indifferent vessels who preside over fate
The uncertain bandits' pursuit of fortune's friend
Carry my unimportant life and its portents
Beyond the kiss of happiness upon sleep's weight
