All of us live

But some die

Reaching out for the hors d’oeuvres

Or a child so hungry they can’t cry

 

And it’s all a matter of birth..

Your  fault

 

You were born

In a place with no water

Whilst others spill champagne on the floor

 

All of us live

But some of us die..

Reaching out for a nibble

Whilst a child is so hungry they can’t cry