A smoke protruding from within the tomb of warmth and security Smoke trailing past my nostrils Excretion of smoke and steam Combine to escape from me. How cruel and cold this Morning air — thought I. But still, the rebellious act Clings to the atmosphere Until all at once The trikling rays of sunlight Sprung Lightened and triumphed It strikes me Influential warmth once again is in action Surging through my Now supple pores To my comfort and delight. Harry Westerlund. Another group of poems by Annlock Kite of Te Kuiti Will Money Buy Happiness A small boy hungry And dirty Will money buy his food? Will money buy him happiness? An old senile man Trembles with pain He has cancer Will money bring him comfort? Will money buy him happiness? Young teenagers Suffering the effects Of home breakups Will money buy them drugs? Will money buy them happiness? A baby cries in the darkness Her parents are wealthy Who will protect her Will money buy her protection? Will money buy her happiness? A rich widow Lonely in her palace Addicted to power Will money buy her friends? Will money buy her happiness? The Power Builder Love is the web A spider spins The victims of the Spider are stored As his wealth Until he is the victim Love is a nest A bird builds With a family to feed The need to survive Is very strong And he is trapped Love is a house A man builds But with taxes and bills With fear in mind He runs to escape But it follows him Why is money the power Of hate and unhappiness The once happiness and love Is destroyed by The power builder. Miracle of Life A cry awakens the dawn Reaching, touching Feeling and knowing Then nothing: Elsewhere another Cry awakens the dawn Then are cast out to sea As unshed tears Lost and unwanted Alone and unloved If you want to know The truth Stop! Look at yourself Ashamed and low Where do all the unwanted Babies go