A World of Plenty
Living in a world of plenty,
There are millions without any
Of the things that life demands.
It's something I can't understand.
The only reason I can see
For this gross inequity,
Is the touch of Satan's hand,
On the heart of selfish man,
Breeding avarice and greed,
Robbing those in mortal need
Leaving destitute the many,
Starving in this world of plenty.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006
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