MALTA Would I like a stately home midst
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MALTA
Would I like a stately home, midst gardens most expansive, One built in an area, where the rich and famous live? A million dollar mansion, one with treasures in each room, One that sports a swimming pool, one befitting a tycoon?
Would I like a Ferrari, a stylish Lamborghini, Or a garage full of cars, waxed and gleaming just for me? Chauffeurs to drive me around, to open and close the door, As I stepped out in clothing, that left admirers in awe?
Would I like a bank account, that is bursting at the seams, And investments here and there, that fabulous wealth just screams? Properties around the globe, a large yacht called Annabelle, A cook, a maid, a butler, and a private jet as well?
No, that just isn’t me, but there’s another thing, you see, I couldn’t in all conscience, given all the poverty. All this wealth that might be mine, could save thousands every day, So, how could I rest easy, or indifference just display.
Yes, I could give some money; even half of all I own, But the rest that I’d have left, would still have me sigh and groan. For even that much, I don’t need, and more folk I could aid, If I lived a simple life, and one’s duty didn’t evade.
No, I don’t need such riches, and such wealth so wrong would be, Unless, I kept on giving, keeping just enough for me. While folk are daily starving, or in abject poverty, I’ve a duty, I’ve a reason, to act responsibly.
Yes, folk are dying daily, or suffering needlessly, While money that could help them, is just squandered recklessly. If I didn’t do the right thing, grossly guilty I would be, For I’ve a duty, I’ve a reason, where I’ve capability.
