Two different life styles.

Ma-by i would like to tell you,
Of something i can see,
And ma-by it starts off,
Something we can be?

So in your mind,
Just close your eyes.
I'll make it wonderful,
But it's a surprise.

But read these words,
So you can see,
All these other things,
That i can see.

Your always awake,
So hard to sleep.
The house is quiet,
No where a peep.

But still it's warm,
The heats running through.
A bill you pay,
What money can do.

With food on your table,
Always there to eat.
Your body is filled.
Your head to your feet.

Closet of clothes,
A drawer of new.
Look what running water,
The things it can do.

Your comfortable bed,
Suited for you.
For some these sensations,
These feeling are new.

Now just think of it now.
This other is you.
I'll tell you of the life,
That isn't so new.

Your bed is now clean,
No-re is it much.
Your bed is the floor,
Ma-by a sheet or such.

Your belling it rubles,
But remember you nine.
Your working for life.
Digging a mine.

No time to eat,
Wait thats not new.
Another night of no sleep,
No-re any food.

Filthy with dirt,
No water to clean.
For it is intoxicated,
With chemicals it seem.

Rummaging through dirt,
Just to help with life.
Using your hands,
Because there's no knife...

So what do you think,
Did you see it too?
The two way of life,
I described to you?

The good the bad,
And the new.
To help with poverty,
We'll always need you.

((Please comment on what you think ;P))