the big eight
really mean well
but the preferences,
get in the way,
and preferences
as you know,
are our way of life,
so they set about
to divide the resources
among themselves
and their friends
and their constituents
and themselves,
what was left over
they gave to the needy,
and very needy,
alas they were too late
to help the most needy
the big eight complained too
just because we have so much
doesn't make us to blame,
nor sole caretakers of the planet
we can't give too much to the needy
they will no longer be the needy
who then would be responsible,
the big eight would stop being countries of plenty
in respect to others,
you needy took some loans and more loans,
now you want us to wipe the debt off,
we prefer to help the needy of our countries
true charity begins at home,
but why oh why on a planet so rich
are there so many poor
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