An Ideal World

Once God looked down upon Earth. 

About time she did. 

Sorrowful of the situation, she asked the people.

I want to help. What is it you call an ideal world?

For the poor, it's one where they are rich. 

Rich enough to buy grain, shelter themselves and walk with dignity. 

For the rich, it's the luxury of time. More time to enjoy what they've earnt.

Because billions can't be spent in a day and if so, what will it reap anyway?

Soon the poor will forget what's it like to feel helpless, and resentful. 

Soon the rich will feel powerful about their latest conquest. 

Wonderful and easy, God remarked. 

But there was a time, not too long ago, when people built a utopia. 

A place with no war, only peace,

with clean water and fresh air. 

A place where everyone is equal and 

there isn't any greed. 

God asked, would you want this instead?

Everyone looked at one another. 

A vision of bliss indeed. 

Hang on, the dichotomy of the world 

doesn't agree with this thought. 

The poor still don't taste the exuberance of life 

and the rich don't feel rewarded

as an equal world is just as unjust. 

Chaos breaks out. God is puzzled. 

She came her to solve, not cause the trouble. 

While these two factions quarrel, she looked at another group,

Who are you?

The Middle gaped. 

Astonishment resolved to defeated sighs.

What do you want?

One among the Middle came through. 

'Spare us from whatever you bring forth.' 

'In this fight, we never win and our backs can't take it no more', another pleaded. 

I'm God, I must do something. 

'Then leave us alone, doom is here for us all.'

'This is the price we pay for our sins.' 

The Middle echoed in agreement. 

God startled. Rich and poor are angry.

'Who are they to decide who gets what', they shouted. 

The Middle stood their ground. 

Burn us all till we're all reborn

to make things right. 

No one shall be born poor, rich or in the middle. 

That is an ideal world.