Feed the Poor
A billion people, give or take
starving around the world
On the "news", trucks filled with food
not handed out, just hurled
People fight like animals
for scraps of what is left
Fifty trucks suppose to show
from one there was no theft
Families of all those with power
they intercept the gifts
The villagers will starve again
the privileged causing rifts
Village Chiefs and Tribal Leaders
those with power and might
Live like Kings while poor are starving
and die throughout the night
The Wealthy Countries donate goods
turn a blind eye to the wrong
They won't make waves or rock the boat
they will sing that same old song.....
Pete Yuhas
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