This poem is written in a classical form - OTTAVA RIMA. There are eight iambic lines. In this poem I have used iambic pentameter - ten syllables per line. There is a very strict rhyming pattern giving the poem vibrance and flow. a b a b a b c c then d e d e d e f f etc.

I see trees of green and red roses bloom
The air is so fresh and the sky is so blue
Somewhere a lady's alone in her room
Somewhere a child stands forlorn in a queue
The lady has no one - her room is a tomb
The child prays he'll get his bowl full of stew.
Life is unequal - the haves and have nots
Some have no money while others have pots.

A man is in prison - unloved alone
A star on the catwalk - envy of all
He dreams that he is a king on a throne
While her dreams come true - each day she walks tall.
My life is so blessed - nice car - mobile phone
In the third world - some have nothing at all,
They often ask - just what is my life worth?
Or is it just all the dice roll of birth?

For some life is laughter - for others frowns
Some live in hovels - some live in fine pads
Some dress in rags - but for others fine gowns
Many are Orphans - no Mums and no Dads
Do we take for granted our elegant towns
And all the pleasures and blessings we've had?
Wherever there's light you'll also find dark
Conditions serene - conditions quite stark.

God made the earth - He provided for all