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A beggars wish a piece of Bread,

And a roof over his homeless head.

Empty hands seeking work

The working seek a little more

They want their salary to grow

At the same rate as their kids

The Poor want some,

The Rich want more.

A king wants more than ever before

Countries want Oil in desert Sands.

Wives want gold in heavy bands

But delicate upon their dainty hands

Kids, tenants, and users of phones,

industrialists and the diggers of bones

You won’t find any who don’t want more…

Even a Lion would like a louder roar.

I too wish to play a bigger role,

More love and blessings to meet my goal.