Two women born into the unknown

One into riches pillaged from the overthrown

Her umbilical cord was made of gold

She was swaddled in cashmere

Christened and told

She was the chosen one

 

The other …

An accident

Born into squalor

Her cord made

Of cold, hard stone

Christened in rags

And told she was a sinner

 

The golden child

Lived off the tax payers dinner

They told us, with her

We are onto a winner!

 

She dined with Kings and other sinners

Threw wonderful garden parties

And smiled with a glimmer

She shimmered with pearls

Diamonds and rubies

Her painted face couldn’t hide

Her contempt for the unblessed

Although from her ivory mouth

She never confessed

 

Her life was a ball

And she had it all

Jubilation was hers

As she writhed in her furs

 

The accidental child

Grew to work

Hard night and day

She served people well

For mediocre pay

 

She saved many a life

Became a good wife

Gave her life to service

Every night she knelt down

To pray

 

She prayed not for riches

Diamonds or pearls

She dared not lament

She simply pleaded with God

To help pay her rent.

 

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