Those sweaty hands stood in line,
To make up enough for a lasting dine.
While on the other side of the city deep,
A rick drunk crushed men in sleep.
Some eyes swayed and voices were raised,
But as soon as the golden chests were displayed.
A silent reason covered the sin,
For the family he was born in.
Far from the city lived the teenage lad,
Even a generous meal he never had.
For all his steps, he needed work,
But an affluent child passed with a smirk.
World now moved with the coins cling,
Nothing could tame what money could bring.
And the values lost their price,
For gold could swiftly erase a vice.
Friends they said, were hard though,
But the power of money, none could know.
For thousands were ready to serve,
But not a friend a man could deserve.
Weightless as paper ever was,
A heightened green hoaxed the mass.
For even with no weight they say,
The heaviest paper delusively lay.
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Poetree
PoetryA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
