A Question of Agenda

Fear Fear of yourself Fear of the nameless faceless Fear If it wasn’t so divided By wealth and poverty Would it seem to need Defending Protecting the opulence Thought to own By a minority who have And those who have; none Live so in comfortable peace While war is waged In our name To steal the resources By which All their luxury is made In the agenda of scarcity On the supermarket shelves With all the waste that they create Rob the food from out of the mouths Of children starving to death Dependence on a lie The fear of losing Everything And like the beggars of the street Sleep in the cold and wet Seeking temporary shelter Amid abundance What good are we to each other So divided By money, status, religion and nationality What good are we While our global family Is suffering What good are we When all we are Just keeps on dieing What use are we When all we do is fear And we are not evolving What use are we With all this technology When we can’t or won’t Or think it’s not our fault When half the world goes hungry Still by the names and the labels We fit the agendas And the divisions of quality control Pegs the importance of position In self aggrandisement And say farewell to conscience Better then Their bellies empty Than ours