Look at the people around us
Dying, sick, alone
cold
Look at the wondrous things
Some have
money, smiles, ******, and
gold
Surplus of food
thrown all away
So many others still starving
these days
Illness stretches through the earth
And yet for others happiness
They still wander and play
in mirth
Making more sickness
making more death
are you happy now?
That some people no longer have breath?