They are some of many billions
Some do walk-ins, some do sit-ins
One eats plenty, enough for four
One is but a raw, empty core
They’re doing grand, look, they’re on fire!
They’ve created a new empire!
They’ve done a lot but… no one cares
They know they’ll never be billionaires.
Some believe in love or Jesus,
Stars, Vishnu, Allahu, Trees, Fish
Some don’t at all believe, oh, what a pet peeve!
To believe is to later grieve; who could be so naive?
Some have two parents and houses on lakes,
Some live with strangers, surrounded by snakes
Some are drunk, Some are sober,
Some won’t have children when they’re older
Some know their children would be strong
Some know their kids wouldn’t get along
Some are thriving, Some are free
But far away 12 kids sit at her knee
‘We want to eat, we want to live’
“You can’t live, son, and i can’t give’