If I were the creator
Of this giant world
What would I demolish
And what would I hold?
I'd empoverish the mighty,
And enrich the poor
And I'd keep this policy
For centuries or more
But hold on! I'd never
Wish to be the creator
Or to be his messenger
Or an oracle either.
Cos the world is perfect
Just the way it is
Sometimes it is in burden,
And other times at ease
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