The ragged line stands quietly
To buy subsidized food to feed
Their small under- nourished children
Who having much less than they need

A chauffeured rich man drives by
On his way to a sumptuous lunch
Not glancing at his poor countrymen
Who don’t have a morsel to munch

His wife shops at supermarkets
Abundantly stocked with meats
Chocolate, dairy products, Evian
And loads of expensive sweets

Is this a part of God’s will?
That the poor cannot rise and fight
For their share of what world has still
But soon to fall to a plunderer’s might?

Can none raise his lonely voice?
Protesting this in-humanity
Or is it that we have no choice
In determining our own destiny

Dolan Fernandes
2008