A house can never be too big,
Even for a man with no wife and no kids.
A fridge of food, with no end in sight.
Indulgence without appetite.
A shiny new car with heated seats,
And air conditioning to beat the heat.
Crystal-clear water gleams in the pool;
A dip and a splash when the sun is cruel.
Phony plastic and pricey injection.
A small price to pay to achieve perfection.
But did you forget about the others-
Your starving sisters and hungry brothers?
Naked in the cold and left alone,
They can't get warm because they have no home.
Dying of thirst with mouths run dry.
Praying for water to fall from the sky.
Those with homes share a single bed.
Eight hungry bellies and one loaf of bread.
No doctor, no medicine, no healing, no cure;
A newborn baby breeds death premature.
Hungry and lonely, they all slowly wither.
While you're safe in the house that could always be bigger.
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