Social Goals

In a country of beggars,
Wealth is a vain vagabond,
Shuttling between continents,
And settling down somewhere,
Like cyclones with sinister designs
Shifting their surreptitious reigns.
The smile of wealth is unknown to many,
Whose poverty is patented to the embryo. 
Patronizing is a pastime for the largely rich,
Not pulling notes of nobility from natal nerves.
They never empty their coffers even for a pause.
Their concern for the poor is a piggy back pass.

Philanthropy is a stimulus drawn,not inherited.
The ugly side of wealth understands the need
To build towers of generosity not on its base
But on other's soil swollen with stolen treasures.
Membership drive is to manipulate social goals
As a makeshift mandarin to do topnotch tunes.
Most socialist goals shine with capitalist shades,
Selling slogans through groomed wings of politics.
Unlike cinema,life's display is ever black and white,  
With black surpassing the white,at everybody's spite.
Projects for the poor always make the papers proud
To project the power of wealth through speakers loud.
P. Chandrasekaran.