Land Of Plenty Poem by Gil Tee

There are people all around the world,
Starving and forgotten,
And apples on the ground, dew-pearled,
Left lying to go rotten.

You must have seen them on TV
And wondered who the hell’s to blame.
It could be you - or even me -
The world keeps turning just the same.

The losers in the human race
Accuse us in the Hall of Shame;
A land of plenty in disgrace,
Unworthy of the world’s acclaim.

Perhaps it’s time to make a stand
Against the kind of life we lead.
What good’s the money in your hand
When there are hungry mouths to feed?

A land of plenty gone to waste,
A throw-away society,
That daily stuffs its ugly face
Regardless of propriety.

A land of plenty gone to waste,
Whose wanton ways itself defame;
A land of plenty in disgrace,
A thief by any other name.