Excuse me, Sir;
Did you have to order
The most expensive food
That is on the menu.
When outside the window,
A hungry child looks in
Only dreaming of this.
You waste half the plate.
So it is thrown away,
But never a scrap for us.
Excuse me, Sir;
You buy for your own sake,
Not really needing it.
For it is left to be forgotten.
Never thinking what you could do,
Sparing for the needy with nothing.
One percent of your money is too much.
You do not believe in charity,
Millions wasted for your own good.
The rich always rob from the poor.
copyright Chris Smith 2011