But only a hundred rich, with baskets full
While I cast seeds scorned and dried out
To foster and germinate riches from harvest
It turns into cry for the masses
For a dollar for a thousand
Is a 1000 in dollars for one in rolex and some
And desperation need not want not
Carries a greater weight in return
Of appreciation and recognition
They say, the poor man
In the sun is richly happier
Than the rich man in winter
He learns to only want
What he needs, and craves, none
"and winter is cold to the bone without warmth"
Not what is beyond his need, his cup
Appreciates the gravity
Of what earth stage he stands on
Relativity is the golden rule
Pareto says, no party can be better off
Without making another
Worse off by the same amount
And the rich is with greed, and more
For he has acquired the taste for it
And the poor is with need, for just his feed
I can make a thousand people happy
But only a hundred rich
Who then values, what gift I offer more
