You patronize the lacking
With your constant condescending ways
And carry about you a petulant blasé air
Unappreciative of your lavished days

You never really lend a hand
While kneeling on the floor beneath
The bodies of the underprivileged
The blistered hands and callused feet

You just toss around your affluence
And though you are making a change
In the pitiful amount of food
On a small and starving Childs plate

You will never get to see that Childs pain
You’ll never understand
You’d never waste your “precious” time
To take that precious Childs hand

And there fore you yourself
Will likely never change;
Another misleading philanthropist
All done for vanities sake.