Don't make it worst!

Don't try to get some clothes stained 2 wash yours...cleaning the floor with other people's clothes after washing yours might just get you into restlessness as you would always remember your action each time you wear your washed cloth...Would you not have felt better to take a step ahead without drawing tears down a chick?

It grieves me intensely each time I see the rich feeling so less about the pain and agony they cause the downtrodden within the neighborhood. They do it so pleasurably! They could afford to put smiles on the faces of these poor hearts but they wouldn't because they nourish their wealth in their cries, yet they require their services to live comfortably. But what would it really cost these good for nothing rich folk to always pay for the services rendered to them by the poor? They work for them as gardeners, cooks, security operatives, gatekeepers, house-helps, drivers and the rest. They owe their salaries for months! I am of the opinion that they have the money to pay, but they wouldn't just be compassionate enough to do so because it hurts them so bitterly to see the poor smile. Why? Why would you derive desire in making worst what you could never think of making better?