Have we money enough to save,
All of humanity, the human race?
When will those who starve and cry,
No longer slowly whither just to die?
There's plenty left to build cold machines,
To kill and destroy the dreamer's dreams,
A massive amount for fire and destruction,
For what the ends, and what the function?
Where hides the food the world has grown,
For starvation and disease we have truly known,
Not all those standing long in lingering lines,
Will receive what they have come to find.
The scientists will formulate, just to say,
How science, no doubt, will save the day,
And druggists mixed together those magic pills,
To cure all sickness and imaginery ills.
When will the streets no longer provide,
A place for homeless to freeze and die?
The shelters, there are never more than enough,
So life is hard, and life is tough, and ever rough.
But in the land of milk and sweet, sweet honey,
There flows the abundance of credit and money,
But some are standing outside the illustrious gate,
Looking inward with want and some full of hate.
So, it's time for the world to open wide its purse,
To solve this problem, this evil and eternal curse,
For the mass of many are most likely to finally find,
They save their wandering souls when they are kind.