Did you eat today?
How new are your clothes?
Pockets full of change
Can I borrow one of those?
Don’t mean to complain
After all are we not rich
What we have to pay
Simply to scratch an itch
Did you eat today?
In the US 1 in 4 kids did not
Not much left to say
When you look at all we’ve got
Is it greed now laid out plain
Or just a way of life
But what kind of life is it
And how is any of this right?
Did you eat today?
Even just one meal
I’m not saying that you’re privileged
I’m just asking how you feel
Thursday, May 26, 2011
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