The rich and the poor
It's an unfair cycle, you know
How rich can spend so recklessly
Carelessly
Without a thought for those
Who cannot afford their lives
Who cannot go a night without a stomach
That is so used to the feeling of hunger

And I know
These are two wild extremes

There are those who believe they are rich
And wealthy
But not in green notes,
No,
Those who are rich in what they have
What they've accomplished

And these can be small feets
Bearing a child with success
Building a home and a family
In these slums
Wealthy in their happiness
Of walking proudly each day
To her job in the kitchenette
Smiling with ease
At the life she has
Humble

No need to spoil oneself
Just because they can
Humble
Giving
Because you don't need all that money

Stop
Stop
Stop

This world is so unfair
And I can't bear
This battle of the rich and the poor

I am sick of it.