By Hannah Williams©
What is beneath the soil?
Is it gold? Is it minerals? Is it oil?
To which the locals under the sun toil.
For the rich man to gather his spoil.
What is above the air?
Is it justice? Is it equity? Is it fair?
Does everybody get an equal share?
Can everyone thrive here?
What is the fire that spurs out flame?
Is it hot? Is it bright? Is it burning with an aim?
Does it burn down the bridges called blame?
Can we know it by its name?
What is the water flow?
Is it calm? Is it peaceful? Is it slow?
Does its meander tell you where to go?
Can you with your stone’s throw?
What is in the universe?
Is it prose? Is it poetry? Is it a verse?
Does it ever become adverse?
Can it with destiny converse?