A State Perpetuated Poem by Julio 2 Amarante

If wishes were pennies, many would ride,
Not only beggars, oh, so many more,
Those kneeling at Churches and Temples,
Those arguing against inevitabilities,

If that proverb were promoted by a handler
The world would be lit, light by a candler
If wishes were so, the dusk awaited for the dawn.

It seems that we deal with an old prejudice,
Out of the roll of any dice, a state perpetuated
Stone as granite, result fixed as marble, no possible advice