The world does not need them

The world needs slaves, servants, janitors.
It needs gratification workers.

It doesn't need dreamers and lovers.
It needs deliverers.

No. Definitely not food sharers.
Not even cooers, gurglers and cuddlers.

It doesn't need the soft moistness of the damp earth after showers.
It fears the bog for hours.

It doesn't need more birds or the boughs.
They'd better be caged, labelled and owned and won in rows.

It doesn't need a broader horizon.
Just this one narrow keyhole vision.

It doesn't need deep, dark, clear oceans for a dive.
It needs ores, minerals and the dime.

It doesn't need mystical beasts and enchanting story tellers.
It despises the spells of the fairy-land dwellers.

It's jealous ways have ensured status quo all this while.
Has it realized that it keeps making a dynamite,
The one that it sits on
The one that it has caressed all along.