Who Can Balance The Scale?

children of the world

The end of our days is numbered into dust.

And our treasures turned to rust

We crave for things our eyes covet

And contentment begs to abide within

Not for nothing we will let him in.

 

The North wind blow sounds of children crying

The East wind trembles at their pain

The South triumph with all earthly gain

And the West took the good of the land.

 

 Who can balance the scale of wealth?

And tip the poor a quid or two.

Nothing he has done for me and you.

 Sunlight floods the earth 2015 is here.

 

Not far away hungry, and naked! Oh dear.

Battered and bruised so much fear.

Who can balance the scale of wealth?

And tip the poor a quid or two.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

After reading your poem I see that it was written and reviewed several years ago.
Wonderful how poems that are written years before still pertain to what is going on today.
Enjoyed the thoughts...
Lisa

[Rose of many colours]

Hi Lisa,
I havent been on Writers Cafe a long time now. Thank you for your comment. God Bless

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome.
I wrote a poem called Hope and and another called Time that you might enjoy.
Lisa

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love this
Love love love it
Can't wait to read more

[Rose of many colours]

It is a poem that paints a picture of the world

[Sami Khalil]

"our days is numbered into dust.
And our treasures turned to rust
We crave for things our eyes covet
And contentment begs to abide within"

[Rose of many colours]

Thank you Sami it is a pleasure to receive such great comment from a a great artist.

[Sami Khalil]

Pleasure is all mine. You are welcome...:)....

[Sami Khalil]

The scale of wealth is tipping further and further into the hands of the few. I have read where, in America alone, 1 percent of people control 90 percent of the wealth. Wow...
An excellent write...:)...........

[Rose of many colours]

Hi Sami. I wrote that poem based on those views.. Thanks

[DIVYA]

The poem is very eloquent in its highlighting of the disparity among the peoples of this world. There are wide gaps between the haves and the have-nots. The sufferers and the perpetrators. The rulers and the subjugated. This was never a fair world. A poem with great impact. It was very appreciated. Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this New Year!

[Rose of many colours]

Thank you. You are so right. Amazing at your intereptation...