Strange a world where children starve
Indignant those of epicure
Round the earth they devour
All the wealth of both hemispheres
Only diamonds ,gold or oil their cure

Lust our path of shame
All the sins of greed
Just the wrath of blame
Small the whim of need
Must the quest of the lame
Belongs to the niave

Apprehensive about my literature
Smug sprawled amid your entire flora
Obsessive about the alignment of a picture
Much more for the placement of a sofa
Daring enough to instruct a veteran