Strange World

We live in a very strange world,
The poor walks miles to eat food,
The rich walks miles to burn food,
The two cross on this wide road,
One hitchhikes and one drives by,
Both notice each other’s presence,
Both start to wish for a transfer,
Tiredness into effortless luxury,
Complexity into old simplicity,
They think for few more seconds,
Kilometres keeps them apart,
One takes an old rusty truck,
One clicks his gadget for a call.

Wednesday, 03rdof June 2015

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