Strange A World Were Children Starve
Indignant Those Of Epicure
Round The The Earth They Devour
The Wealth Of Both Hemispheres
Only Diamonds, Gold Or Oil They Desire
Irrelevant As Soil Are The Poor
Sadly Even The Middle Class Are Demur
Our Leaders Bought Or Ignored
Opulence Their Only Desire
Eventually They Expire
Perfect As A Rose
From The Stem Of Thorns
‚ ‚ ‚  Monk Frost