watched as men talked about politics
And I looked across the
To the tall trees and blue
Wondering as they talked of poverty and
And sipped vintage wine out of crystal
How beautiful the world is.
Something everyone is entitled
As some see no farther than their
see outside the window
The trees, the sun, the sky,
gift no currupt politician could confiscate
gift not even poverty could claim.
People need only look beyond the cloth on
Or the linnens on their
Too see real wealth
wealth given, not taken.
But their view is blocked by their crystal
And their minds diverted by
And as they lament at the state of the
cherish every moment
As I look out the window.