Excuse me, Sir
Did you have to order
The most expensive food
That is on the menu
When outside the window
A hungry child looks in
Only dreaming of this
You waste half the plate
So it is thrown away
But never a scrap for us
Excuse me, Sir
You buy for your own sake
Not really needing it
For it is left to be forgotten
Never thinking what you could do
Sparing for the needy with nothing
One percent of your money is too much
You do not believe in charity
Millions wasted for your own good
The rich always rob from the poor
Did you have to order
The most expensive food
That is on the menu
When outside the window
A hungry child looks in
Only dreaming of this
You waste half the plate
So it is thrown away
But never a scrap for us
Excuse me, Sir
You buy for your own sake
Not really needing it
For it is left to be forgotten
Never thinking what you could do
Sparing for the needy with nothing
One percent of your money is too much
You do not believe in charity
Millions wasted for your own good
The rich always rob from the poor
copyright Chris Smith 2011
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How painfully true!
ReplyDeleteMaria Papadopoulou
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