Plastic or Wood Gun

A Poem by Ronel Lee Alijado

The rich five-year old lame boy

Given a plastic gun toy.

He sees it move, move, move, move

By his brother's hands'move.

In a poor slum, a boy lives

Searching for toys no one gives.

A long wood becomes his gun

To shoot dreams under the Sun.

Who's lucky between the two?

You say, "Former!" or "Latter!"

But you do not know the two.

Be them; you know the ANSWER?