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THIS STRANGE LAND.
Is this real, this strange alien land
where I meet my brother, crossed legged
begging bowl in hand?
Our table with abundance can be spread,
surely, my brother's rightful place
is at its head?
Must this be, A land of supermarkets
bursting at the seams,
where a child with hunger, cries its self to sleep
its only comfort in its dreams?
Do we have the right to share a smile
before each hungry child has its fill?
Can it be, this scene where a selfish few
flaunt their lavish wealth with pride,
where the many with erroneous shame
their grinding poverty try to hide?
Surely, The many who this wealth create
must have an equal share of its aggregate?
Let our reality be a far different land,
where history claims the beggars out stretched hand,
where its head on the pillow the child smiles,
where love and co-operation banish greed and hate,
where poverty for the many is an impossible state.
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