That for a minority to win many destined to lose life ought not be this way
In a Human World where Loser is an often used put down word of the day
Where only the winners do stand proud and tall
And no such a thing as a fair go for all
Where losers are many and winners are few
You may say to that tell us what is new
For every millionaire many in poverty
In a fair Human World this never would be
It is something way beyond me to even try for to explain
How somebody's loss can be someone else's gain
Some do talk of life choices but would you not agree
That only a saint would embrace Earthly poverty
And saints as we know in this World are rare
Where so many are poor for every millionaire.
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