Saw a crowd on the city roadside.
People said: a little girl with a bamboo stick
Swinging in the air, on the rope, between the poles
Well balanced, performing for the day.
Her father selling their hunger and poverty,
Staged to earn the lifeless thing called “money”,
Hoping to be showered at the end,
but not by everybody.
"Her name is Ozy(wo)mandias,
the Queen of Poverty- Look upon Her struggles,
ye Mighty, and despair!” But nothing remains,
round the deserted crowd
whose hands and hearts are bare enough.