A Green New Deal Too Late? Poem by Richard St. Clair

Impoverished and starving are so many,
Living on a dollar a day or less.
How this happened is anybody's guess,
For your thought of explanation here's a penny.
Ashamed to say, I live in such disgrace,
In relative luxury, ease, and delight,
In contrast to the third world's grinding plight:
Upon what throw of dice was all this based?
And in a world of growing climate change,
The strained resources of the world declining,
Countries now are grudgingly aligning
In feeble measures - likened to spare change.
It pains me, in this wakened state of sorrow,
To forecast, like Cassandra, grim tomorrow.