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