Meeting you in this circle has
really being my pleasure
What galled me is just the
circumstances around its circumference
From which I couldn't draw a difference
from us and a maroon.

It would've been joy of no measure
If I was an Armani
and you the Branson
Mansions with big terraces
overviewing the lake
Sporting stables and playing golfs
against high stakes
Every toys ours to deploy
and we iced up as
phenomenal big-boys.

But we are a priceless package
wrapped up in an airless seal.
Though we even have to fight and squeal
over pennies eked out from glutton's deal.

I will still like to meet you
when you are barking orders
over the wires;
fiddling your pawns in your
far-flung empires
In a game which mark you a
player and an umpire
Mutlinationals in your graps
like a broom
touring the continents in the
luxury of your room.

I hope so
that we will meet even at all cost
But a friend in power
is a friend lost.