If you are so rich, so what?
You’ve accumulated so much money;
You have swollen bank accounts here and there;
You have investments, houses, and what have you?
You have a string of cars;
Some for your spouse,
And some for your children;
You spend your leisure flying around the world:
You are so rich, so what?
What use when millions are perishing from misery?
Don’t you know that many are dying of poverty?
Don’t you know that many don’t have even one meal to eat?
Don’t you know that many cannot afford a roof over their heads?
And don’t you know that to have so much money alone,
When millions wallow in poverty is injustice?
And evil and a shame?
Don’t you know?
Why so much money alone?
How much will you take along when you die?
Let’s stop this money exaggeration!
Let’s stop being greedy;
And let the world’s wealth go round.
Why should you want to be happy alone?
To enjoy alone?
If the world knows you as the richest man in the world,
If you don’t know,
Let me tell you;
It’s all vanity; greed, wickedness;
Let’s stop being greedy and wicked!
If you like, continue and be the richest person in the world;
If you are,
This poem was inspired by a response given by Helen Meikle to a comment I made on her site. Thank you Helen for inspiring me to write this poem. You originated the post that led to this. I wish to invite fellow bloggers to visit Helen’s blog to read this post https://helenmeikle.wordpress.com/2016/04/25/daily-prompt-you-think-its-yours-ha/
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