India

POOR
SOULS ?

The "Field of Dreams"
Is the poors,
Who else takes chances
At weak-linked lures?

The lure to bite
Reel in what's true,
The rich can't see
The whole lake view.

The poor have nothing
They can lose,
Don't worry 'bout
Financial news.

The poor don't have
Such luxury -
Where they can rest
From misery.

They must take hold
And seize the field
"For the good of the whole"
While rich yaw-yield.

Fed rich are slowed,
By money's weight,
The hungry poor
Knows the hour's late.

So the hungry soul,
Sweats hard at work,
Fed rich sit back
In the coolness lurk.

And when all's built,
By the poor souls dumb,
And all seems safe
Smart rich will come.

With much fanfare,
Give thanks in speeches,
Though regarding the poor
And their babes as leeches

Forgetting their hungry
Poor fit through,
The eye of the needle
Two by two.

And unless fed rich
Lose some of their weight...
The eye of the needle
Will seal their fate.