The corpulence of opulence is very sad indeed
For it constitutes additions where there is little need
The gravity of scarcity, I think, is much worse still
Because it breeds resentment and weakening of the will.
But younger lives that hunger in some lands wrecked with distress,
Revoke all other horror, save for our helplessness.
If poor could switch with rich ones, be opulent instead,
The "haves" would all be slender, There'd be less children dead.
Such dreams just weave simplistic solutions for a cure,
An ineffective measure for care that must endure.
By Jane Dunn