Everything Is Sold Poem by Romy Tuli

Everything is sold, nothing to hold,
Money, money and money;
Everywhere if behold.
Charity is done,
Selfishly;
To earn more.

I saw a tycoon feeding a calf,
Suggested by a priest;
For making millions and crores.

How will you cross the river?
Misguided by the Sailor and;
Even the path is sold.

Waiting for justice for years and years,
Culprits offer to the jury;
And the Case is closed.

Why to blame the soldiers?
When the ruler is not bold.
God is guilty and Priests would face,
If humanity withers away,
I doubt!
Where will the world goes?