It's A Sad And Sorry World Poem by Raymond Farrell

As far as I can make out
It's a sad and sorry world
That content to sit quiet
While a million bucks a year
Is poured into a Formula 1 race car
To keep it purring like a kitten
And athlete's are paid salaries
That make even the most ardent fan wince
Because all this excess is so much more money
Than Joe Average Citizen takes home in a lifetime
But that not all I find hard to stomach
What I find astonishing and appalling
Is how numb we all are
To the world about us
Those starving, bloated children
Over there in Africa and Asia
Some destitute hole somewhere
A flick away by remote control
As we surf the TV channels
Firsts it's the game, any old sport
Grown men hitting balls
Slapping pucks or even
Pounding each other senseless
And then in a flick
Those mournful child's eyes
Stare at us from another continent
Quickly we flick back to the game
Before the pangs of conscience bite too hard.