As we sit here, looking
Across the plains, the sea
One looks at the other
And the other looks at me
One says “Hey, my goodness gracious”
“That lady needs a room”
Two says “Yes, she surely needs one”
“This weathers looking gloom”
And as we sit observing
The clouds, they start to rain
This lady pulls her pockets
Not a penny to her name
I frown, and sadly watch her
So helpless she must be
To try and find a shelter
That takes her in for free
Then my dreary gaze shifts
To the hill beyond the tree
As the Monster in the Mansion
Stands on his balcony
He looks down, hears her pleading
“I’ll give you all I’ve got”
“Please save me from this weather
I ask not for a lot”
Laughing, cruelly scoffing
The Monster tilts his head
“Why give my hard-earned money?
“Go get a job, instead”
Ironically, my thoughts think
As this lady begs and crawls
This Monster made his fortune
Scaring “peasants”, so he calls
I sigh then cry, observing
This Monster, naught a care
And see how sad; disheartening
That life is so unfair
How the World Should Work 