If They Make Me Rich Poem by Thabani Khumalo

If I were a filthy rich man -
complete in spectacular matter and
all the shiny things that put woman at peace to possess,
with all the money and only the air to need,
having breadwinners diurnally rabble into my premise
and getting healthy pay from a little pinch into my deep pocket -

I'd dig the land down to a scary depth
to cover the water bill of the fragile future,
so they could quench without a charge -
all shall be executed by the order of the cult of radical power;
the Barmbyan entity, if they make me rich.