Rich And Poor

The sun is a tip of match stick I am wandering like a stray dog Through gullies and underpasses I have been beaten twice today The sun is red as an angry father Grown up kids run in hunger A black moon lives in his eyes He is dead sitting in his chair The sun does not see right or Wrong and can't give you water It moves like being pushes from Behind in same route and form The sun is pulled out for sure Each morning that is different From the previous one and if you Rise early all wealth belong to you