The Need And The Want

Just eighteen cubic meter of yellow metal, Can’t be hidden under the earthen pot foil, The thieves arrive with the hoes and trawls, Disperse the melted dust on the greedy will. Something can’t be kept safe for peace, Every desired fickle heart wants a piece, Hundreds of times it is sold with empty touches, Reach the economical sky to drop as the eye lashes. Where it is gone, when it returns, no one knows, Need to wash away the hope that is built with no bases, Need to demolish all high expectation to land on the facts, The cyclic effect persists, while the want not subjugates.