A Poor man's wish list

I saw the moon shining like a golden platter
And how I wished that it was really so…
When we beg, gold dusts would drop like rain drops
Covering our earth, the green of which is vanishing fast
Behind smoke screens and skyscrapers.

When the sun rises in the morning it looks like a ball of fire;
And so it is; burning us with hunger and thirst
With so little to have, our children die of the fire burning
In their tummy which tap water cannot quell.
I sit in the street corner
Wishing for the gold dust to fall on earth
Passers by drop one or two – only coins they are
And for half a loaf our children fight like wolves…

At a distance I hear comrades cheering their leader
Who fought for the cause of poorest of the poor!
Result bringing in the shower of votes.
How I wish that it was a shower of gold dust covering our path…