Blood roses and chocolate

May 28, 2008
The jobs we have,
The life we live,
It’s not so bad,
It’s privilege.

Compared to those,
Those who don’t,
Don’t have work,
And who are broke.

The children starve,
The parents’ die,
The moneys gone,
The babies cry.

I wonder now,
Why life’s so hard
Why we can’t help,
Those who starve.

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