For Many The Struggle

For many the struggle is just to survive And many feel lucky just to be alive In Burma from a recent cyclone thousands of people have died By Nature the breath of life of them denied. For many to live 'tis a struggle enough Poor and homeless and hungry living and sleeping rough It seems a long way to success and renown For those who are born in the wrong side of town. That all people are equal is surely a lie In earthquakes and cyclones 'tis the poor who mostly die Even Nature herself does not treat the poor well She can make life for them worse than Earthly hell. In Burma from a cyclone many thousands are dead And for the survivors many tough years ahead I bet you amongst the disaster victims not many wealthy to be found Where the poor do reside unsafe dwellings abound.