Now the world is nothing but a rotten orange

It is filled with the vitriolic thought of greed and of seeking revenge

Where the cash rich people spend billions for piece of expensive silk

The sorrow filled ones stare expectantly at the moon as a glass of milk.

In my dreams I paint the new world as a ripe juicy mango

Which is filled with sweet thoughts as pure as the driven snow

Where the rich are donating and helping

And the poor find jobs of pleasure forgetting begging

In this world I would leave a trail of footsteps of greenery where we stood

Here we will see the rays of hope by opening the greed-infected hood

And every person will not work for himself but for the greater good.

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