I Pity Those

I pity everybody who is Homeless and I pity every Stateless refugee And I pity those who have a drug addiction these people they are far worse off than me And though I do find life an uphill battle compared to them I ought not to complain And to say the least it is quite disappointing when from others suffering some do stand to gain. I pity those who have a mental illness their cross in life to have to live this way Condemned to spend their lives on medication such price for living they do have to pay And the terminally ill who will not live to grow old too soon they live their final night and day We are born to die like every mortal life form and on how long we live we do not have a say. I pity the victims of droughts and famines and the innocents of war zones who die young Their names you won't see on a wall of honour their praises by the masses never sung For many living life is never easy especially those who live in dire poverty For one to grow wealthy many do grow poorer in the Human World of so much inequality. I pity every have not of the World and the have nots nowadays are to be found everywhere There are millions of them or maybe billions the poor souls of the bigger World out there Through their life journey they do struggle onwards till to the scythe of the Reaper they eventually do fall A tough old World to live in for so many and no such a thing as a fair go for all.