She has only limited resources And her children all need to be fed But gluttons will rob from the fountain And her riches are often dry bled. To put food on the family table Men and women work hard and make savings But the riches and wealth from their labours Finds its way into tax-free safe havens. You can’t justify why your cupboards are full While another sits at a bare table To share is a wonderful reward in itself We should all do it when we are able.
If a poor man eats of food that you have provided And smiles at the pleasure it gives Is that not payment enough?