Beggars and Kings

I would fly up high on whispering wings unseen, unheard, so way above the cloud and look upon the beggars and the kings some poor, and others with great wealth endowed I would fly up high on whispering wings to see a multi-billionaire, so proud while yet another for their supper sings melancholy, slow; head down; beaten, cowed. I would fly up high on whispering wings look down upon the Earth, its growing crowd and wonder what or who ordains these things some in ragged clothes, some in golden shroud I would fly up high on whispering wings then I would take them all; I once avowed; those with far, far too many shiny blings, and smite them all from darkest thundercloud!