Unfair World Poem by Paul Butters

From nation to nation
All around the world
The Ruling Class
Though many times outnumbered
By the rest
Sit bathing in the sun
In their Ivory Towers:
Born to Richness
Whilst millions of Poor
Just starve to death.

Hordes and hordes of people,
Without clean water
Or food
Or a stable roof over their heads.
No medicine, or Education, or Anything
That Costs.

Governments give "Aid" to other governments
To "feed the poor",
But we all know what happens…

What we need is a "Government of The World",
Or some Benevolent Despot to Rule us all.
Anything must be better
Than the impotent UN
Or these shambolic "nations" -
Puppets of Globalisation.

Revolution threatens -
It often does -
Until the rulers appease us
With token concessions
And brainwash us
Though The Media,
So called "Education"
And Religious Dogma.

When will we learn?
Where is Democracy and Love?
But, bound by Political Correctness,
Woe betide if we Complain.
The Cold War continues,
So all we can do
Is soldier on
For The Common Good.