A Fistful of Desire

As God looked down from the skies one day

The state of the World caused dismay

And so there was a voice to be heard

Loud and clear, was every word

‘A fistful of desire to you I do grant

Ask for anything that you may want!’

At first the World couldn’t believe what it heard

A commotion among the people it had stirred;

Then a helpless father asked, his voice so weak

‘A fistful of food for my children I seek’.

A tear from God’s eye did fill the man’s fist,

Bringing a smile to his face as it turned to grist!

And then one by one God could hear them all

Wishes from the people, large, medium and small;

A dying woman begged for a fistful of days,

To be able to love her family in a few more ways!

A fistful of warmth, the destitute asked for

To battle the winter that froze his every pore.

‘A fistful of money for me’, the poor lady beseeched

The cruel feet of poverty whose house had reached?

While the battered young lady did manage to ask

For that fistful of respect from the men in a mask!

‘A fistful of peace for me!’ said the little girl,

The fear in her wide eyes hiding behind a curl.

The farmer hesitated, ‘a fistful of harvest for me this year’!

So all the debts I may be able to clear.

The trader asked for a fistful of business

So his losses this year may be a bit less.

The politician wasn’t too far behind

A fistful of power he asked to find.

The distraught lover cried in pain

For a fistful of chance to see him again!

A tired soul raised its hands in prayer

A fistful of calm to sprinkle everywhere.

And then God asked, ‘what have you'll done?

The World was meant for you all to have fun’.