There are people all around the world,
Starving and forgotten,
And apples on the ground, dew-pearled,
Left lying to go rotten.
You must have seen them on TV
And wondered who the hell’s to blame.
It could be you - or even me -
The world keeps turning just the same.
The losers in the human race
Accuse us in the Hall of Shame;
A land of plenty in disgrace,
Unworthy of the world’s acclaim.
Perhaps it’s time to make a stand
Against the kind of life we lead.
What good’s the money in your hand
When there are hungry mouths to feed?
A land of plenty gone to waste,
A throw-away society,
That daily stuffs its ugly face
Regardless of propriety.
A land of plenty gone to waste,
Whose wanton ways itself defame;
A land of plenty in disgrace,
A thief by any other name.
Great piece, nice message conveyed in a simple but powerful prose. Nicely done. Sydney Love
Great piece, nice message conveyed in a simple but powerful prose. Nicely done. Sydney Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well versed poem, that was poignant, about the greed that exists in the Land of the Plenty. Nicely done.