Golden Billion Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

And still we plan our greater paradise
Of more and more of everything - squabbling
About who takes most and their persistence,
While berating laggards in the scrabbling.

Most pathetic in the melee are those
Whose instincts yearn for greater equity:
Promoting welfare - ringing Eden close
That all within may share its bounty.

Yet beyond the pale other billions wait
Unaccounted, unwanted, eyeing it all
For opportunities to share a better state -
Swamped boat, truck crevice, breached wall.

So my liberal and my Third World friends
Who and what is right when means meet ends?