THE RICHEST POOR MAN
A poem to motivate those in authority
The richest poor man
The world is under your feet yet you labor for your daily bread,
every step you made are path to wealth,
from present discovery your excrete are crude in barrels.
Your spittles are photosynthese of ideas among creatives,
Your strength gives hope to the dying while your smile end
the tears of mourners.
Yet your hope like the dense forest where your children hide
their faces from the challenges of innovation.