'' To Live This Existence '' Poem by Bri Mar

As you race your cars,
Write your memoirs,
Ask yourself what's all the fuss,
Spending billions on trips to the stars,
Why should you care about us?

Who really cares,
We're not millionaires,
While the minority of the people thrive,
Why even bother about our affairs?
After all we are barely alive.

A Da Vinci cloth,
Makes the rich froth,
Millions for what might be his painting?
A plate of broth,
From those guilty of sloth,
Would prevent the starving from fainting.

It's a bitter taste,
All your wanton waste,
Which would keep us alive for years,
It is with poison your morals are laced,
Then you wonder why we shed tears.

The civilised one,
Is rarely done,
Boasting of how they help others,
Truth is for us of sympathy there's none,
We're not classed as sisters and brothers.

The world is blind,
To all of our kind,
Those better off are in a state of denial,
Ignorance isn't bliss is how you'll be defined,
One day you'll all be on trial.

Dying of thirst,
While the weak are nursed,
You continue your opulent ways,
While we starve, you make sure you come first,
We are nearing the end of our days.

Think how you'd feel,
If you had no meal,
In essence starving to death,
No water to drink a daily ordeal,
Watching your children face death.

This is happening now,
Please make it your vow,
To no longer put up any resistance,
Look at our plight how could you allow,
Fellow humans,

‘' To Live This Existence ‘'