The Human World Poem by Francis Duggan

The Human World is made up of teetotalers and boozers
And junkies and has been and winners and losers
The poor and downtrodden of all different races
The sadness of life on the lines of their faces

The war torn cities where thousands are injured and dying
And the refugees of famines and conflicts their numbers multiplying
The gap of the social divide every day is growing wider
In a Human World where to be poor is to be a social outsider

In a Human World where only the successful have a recorded life story
And your millions in money your ticket to glory
And crime on the increase amongst the corporate greedy
Who exploit for their own gain the vulnerable needy

A Human World where through honest endeavor few do become wealthy
And where to be poor is to be hungry and unhealthy
And big egos by success and money inflated
And only the winners are the celebrated.