Over weight, plump face Full plate, In front of your, 40 inch plasma, The afore, the size of your waist, Metaphorically and physicaly so, As you gorge before, Images of underprivileged folk, As you waddle past skeletons, On the high street, I hope your feet meet, The position of what your eyes see. How is it, as the world turns Calories are burned quicker, somewhere in the third world, While in the west Theres no time to digest Before the next napkin meets your chest, Throw a penny into a box And feel a lift in conscience Government sponsers Only cross the palms of monsters As capitalism conquers Vultures prey on a jaded baby In the haze of sunshine and western aid slavery Games played with the aid And aids ravages the plains And who's paid ? The man sat back with a tall stack And top hat, stroking his cat, That's equally as fat, Lets take a look at the contrast His wife wants gold While HIS wife walks ten miles to a watering hole, While her feet burn under the desert Sun, HER feet are blistered from a night out of fun, HIS feet are burning from a night on the pull, While atrocities occur The west are pulling the wool, And I know what youre gonna say "am I to blame,? For being born where I was in the world.... is it my pain?" "Why should I care?, Aint like it's ever gonna change" And that's exactly the attitude that put us here in the first place.