On the highway of unimagined wealth
in your silver Mercedes Benz
do you feel the drag of lives screaming past?

When you walk the shopping malls of plenty
bathed in Chanel, swathed in silk,
do you feel the hand tugging at your sleeve?

When you wash the oysters and caviar
down with Moet et Chandon
do the bones of the dead stick in your throat?

When you sleep on your feather mattress
between silk sheets, on down pillows,
does the pea of poverty keep you awake?

When you stand at your full-length window
and look at your domain
do the shacks and the hovels spoil your view?

Do you care at all?
Do you?