Third World

Seconds that pass
Are thousands of years
Stomachs growling
Eyes filled with tears

Believers stand up
And find a way
The hopeless sit down
And wait for their day

The mother hugs her child
Tells her it’s okay
The father sets off
And takes their money away

Some share food
To others with glee
Some keep it to themselves
And watch people die in misery.

2001