They will not grow healthy and wealthy and wise
Those who live on a diet of burgers and french fries
In expensive restaurants their sort cannot afford for to dine
On their income they can only afford fast food and cheap wine
Yet on helping the MacDonald owner in becoming a multi millionaire
One can say of them that they do their own share
They too create millionaires those of the poor side of the town
Whilst they themselves do age without good health or wealth or renown
For every materially wealthy person many in poverty
In a fair and just World this never would be
They do work hard enough for poor take home pay
And they survive on the cheapest of food every day
Those who know how it feels to be financially down
Who have to live and survive on the poor side of the town.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Francis, what an insightful piece of work this is..it really brought things home to me about just what you say. Well written, and with a nice seemless fluidity to it.. a well deserved 10