Little Stones Poem by Friday Dejavu

If wisdom were goods,
Merchant would trade,
The price of truth,
Is worth no dime.

If angels fly low,
kings would kidnap,
The hero we seek,
Is inside us.

If genius were gift,
Wealthy would own,
Talent like flower,
Is nurture to grow.

If love is a property,
Government would lease,
Love like air,
Is free to all.

If money is gold,
Miners would dig,
Fortune like dream,
Is sweet in sleep.

If the hand toil,
Mouth would wag,
Life like heaven,
Is our sweat to climb.