The sun's ray creeps on the
Face of an old young beggar
As he worships the doorsteps
Of a young old billionaire. He is
Waiting for crumbs to kiss the
Soil for his aching stomach.
In the airwaves, a political leader
Assures the numb polity that "wealth is as
Equitable as salvation." A communist
Hears otherwise: "Wealth is as equitable
As damnation!" There is cognitive dissonance
Within and between glittering generalities.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
The sun's ray creeps on the
Face of an old young beggar
As he worships the doorsteps
Of a young old billionaire. He is
Waiting for crumbs to kiss the
Soil for his aching stomach.
In the airwaves, a political leader
Assures the numb polity that "wealth is as
Equitable as salvation." A communist
Hears otherwise: "Wealth is as equitable
As damnation!" There is cognitive dissonance
Within and between glittering generalities.
Quezon City, Philippines
September 17, 2013
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