No Room Left On the Plate

When we are born we come to the buffet We are all created equal and treated the same with only three sections on our tray Love, humanity and compassion But there at the buffet we are offered greed, lust violence and the latest fashions You have to give up space when you choose to hate You cannot have it all when there is no more room on the plate We begin to grow and understand Have prejudices for one thing or another, learn to despise your fellow man Go after things you don't need, but desire Most of them are in rooms of fire The poor go on starving, homeless and feeling like no one cares The rich tell them you are not good enough to breathe the same air The Governments thrive on greed They go for thirds on their plates and continue to feed Low income have little but care very much The wealthy have everything but care very little, they feel nothing, so they never reach out to touch To change your ways is never too late Unless you are one who has no room left on the plate