How is it that I can sit here like this?
Pondering how this world is a mess
With people consumed by distress
Wondering why they must die like the rest?
The rest around them diseased and hungry
Only desiring to fill their tummies
The craziest part of all of this
Is that there is enough and no need for such madness!
There’s plenty of food to go around
And plenty of water in the ground!
But we are selfish, yes we are
No equal distribution, both near and far
Hoarding to the point of excess
Looking only to our own interests
Not sharing from out of the abundance we procure
Giving little care to what our poor brothers and sisters must endure
But then there are a few
Those with a different point of view
Those who want to help, make a change
Give to someone that they might know the same
This same life of provision, having one’s needs met
Rather than wondering, maybe hoping, if they will die yet
Of starvation and fatigue
Or malnutrition and disease
Thirsting for water, begging for bread
Why is it so hard to get people fed?!
Some people try, yes they do
Organizations, individuals, someone—possibly even you
But the system’s so corrupt
Often our efforts run amok
Those unworthy take what’s not theirs
Interfering in the process, stealing from the helpless with no cares
Never reaching the mouths of the needy
Tell me, how did we get so greedy?
As I try and think all this through
Wrap my mind around…begin to fathom…
I feel my eyes wince
A grimace creeps across my face
And with tears breaking from my eyes
I start to writhe inside
The tears streaming now in anguish and in pain
Just one conclusion I can come to, this is utterly inhumane.