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
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008
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