Spare them not the morsels falling
Off the harvast table
Listen to the hungry calling
'Help me if your able'
The skeletal huddle in vain
Many hands go reaching
Unholy misery to gain
Sermons not worth preaching
So when you dip for caviar
Toast with bubbly champagne
Remember famine is not far
As white wine turns to rain.
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