And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth.

Ezra Pound
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And round about there is a rabbleOf the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.They shall inherit the earth. ― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land There are people in life who make their lives unliveable. Society has ruined them and they have been left to rot in a world that is no better than a prison.

They live in their own filth and misery and spend their time looting from others, instead of creating for themselves. They are a burden to everyone around them and will soon be an inheritance for the world they have ruined.

Source: Selected Poems Of Ezra Pound

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