Revenge

I sit alone in the corner of the road.

No money. No home.

I envy the children walking with the warm clothes.

Someday I will have revenge on the children.

It will quench my thirst to cleanse my palate.

It is winter. All the boots are crunching in the snow.

Suddenly, I spot a dollar bill in the road. I grab the dollar.

I head to the nearest store. I get a choco bar.

A ticket to Rera's facory is in the choco bar.

That is my revenge.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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