The club rings with sounds of joy
laughter fills the air
they sing and dance
the young denizens
of a world without a care
Wine glasses clinking in a spree
they toast a wonderful life
and celebrate in tune
their good fortune
never having known hunger or strife
The tables are laden with an assortment of food
a spread indeed fit for kings
over champagne and caviar
are discussed horses and sports cars
and other such needful things
Outside the club, in the bitter cold
and merciless, gathering night
a homeless mother shivers with her child
alone in her woeful plight
The child whimpers from the cold
and the stabbing hunger he feels
having known not but a life of suffering
and scrounging scraps for meals
The mother gives the child what comfort she can
while her bitter heart does cry
and if her own strength wasn’t ebbing from hunger
she’d likely shriek at the sky
"What justice, O' almighty lord"
"brings the world to this?"
"that the rich find meat boring, when for the poor"
"a piece of bread can be bliss!”
"Why it be so when these are all”
"children of one soil"
"that few enjoy luxury, while others"
"must starve, suffer and toil?"
Let this difference end my lord
let injustice mend
for the sake of all children, lord
let this difference end