Who Can Balance The Scale?A Poem by Rose of many colourschildren of the worldThe end of our days is numbered into dust. And our treasures turned to rust We crave for things our eyes covet And contentment begs to abide within Not for nothing we will let him in. The North wind blow sounds of children crying The East wind trembles at their pain The South triumph with all earthly gain And the West took the good of the land. Who can balance
the scale of wealth? And tip the poor a quid or two. Nothing he has done for me and you. Sunlight floods the
earth 2015 is here. Not far away hungry, and naked! Oh dear. Battered and bruised so much fear. Who can balance the scale of wealth? And tip the poor a quid or two. © 2015 Rose of many coloursReviews
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StatsAuthorRose of many coloursSan Fernando , Trinidad and TobagoAboutHello. I'm from the Caribbean,Trinidad and Tobago. Writing is my companion, it defines the person i am. 'My tongue is the pen of a ready writer' this is my favourite verse in the Bible. My expe.. more..Writing
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