Poem about poverty

[cursive drift]

The line that is highlighted which is not done yet, and I don't know what to put there. Does someone have an idea?

No lack of wealth should bar the open door,
A bridge of hope for those whom poor.

Their Limbs flutter, like broken wings.
The ground rises to meet them springs.

Through valleys deep, where people are cemented,
The sky, their holy grail, from regular life descented.

Their ladder unable to reach the sky,
A helping hand ascends them high.

**In order to prevent this for the next,
Build a bridge to cross the valley
**
We forge a paradise where none shall fear to fall,
With the goal for a better for us all.

[autumn sinew]

Hey I could give you a suggestion?

In order to prevent this for the generation next,
One must build bridges not break them down.

[cursive drift]

this doesnt follow the rhyme scheme tho

[autumn sinew]

Hmm okay then let me think about it again

[glass garnet]

To prevent this for our children’s lives,
Build a bridge, and across we’ll fly

[shy jacinth]

*To prevent this from

our children’s lives, Build a bridge,

and across we’ll fly*

- idreeeees

[junior onyx]

No lack of wealth should bar the open door,
A bridge of hope for those who are poor.

Their Limbs flutter, like broken wings.
The ground rises to meet them springs. (I don't rly understand this part)

Through valleys deep, where people are cemented,
The sky, their holy grail, from regular life descended.

Their ladder unable to reach the sky,
A helping hand ascends them high.

In order to prevent this for another,
Build a bridge to help a brother

We forge a paradise where none shall fear to fall,
With the goal of a better future for us all.

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