It's as if the ones who abound in good
Are those that need it least--
The starving man receives no meal;
The king does nothing but feast.
The numb who can no longer feel
Have no heat to bring back life.
The Sun shines on us, the healthy
The sick are trapped in night:
Given up the fight and out of sight
Most likely trembling with future fright.

Out of sight, out of mind.

And while we hopeful are compelled
To give our bounty to the hopeless
The hope of the world will always be held
By we who never have any stress.
And so, hope exists, this we know is true
But it is held by the people who need so few
Of the things that could change another's life
And give them hope that can deny the knife
Of despair the chance to end their life.

The End

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