You despise your children?
You follow your breed?
Or greed?
Or just follow the route meant
For the pavements where sleepy souls
Crave for dreams
With impoverished aspirations
Need comes awake
When the sun brings the change
in a small can of tuna
Fished out of the sea
Now out of God's street
Foiled up the coin
In toil
Filled up currently
Maybe more half empty than half full
Placed inbetween
A elementary economy
With a freedom-fighter's face
Named Mahatma Gandhi