Every palm held out for food.

Every finger stretched for light.

Striving for the pure and good
Climbing through the night.

Separate people scream their name

Asking God for blessings free,
Spending nothing, not a dime
Shouting, Please choose me.

Limbs shoot upwards, towards the sky

Begging for a drop of rain.
Thinking they should soon be free
They should feel no pain.

Drunken shouts of angry men

Drown out cries of children poor
Sitting in the blackened sand
As they all want more.

I sit sternly in my throne

Laughing at their silly thirst.
I deserve to let them moan.
Since I got here first.